The World Is Mine For The Taking

"Ah! It feels good…! Hey, hey… Are you feeling good too...? Is my body tasty...?"

Chloe's moans filled the entire room, unabashed and untamed, echoing off the wooden walls like a lewd melody that refused to fade. Her voice was so loud, so shamelessly sensual, that I felt my stomach tighten with anxiety. Was it echoing beyond this place? Was someone listening? The possibility burned in my chest. Leon mentioned earlier that the beastkin of this tribe—lion beast people, no less—had exceptionally sharp hearing, thanks to their animalistic ears. That made everything worse.

Yet despite everything—her cries and my worry—I couldn't move a muscle.

I was frozen.

Paralyzed.

My body felt locked in place, completely unresponsive, yet blazing hot from the inside out. A low, torturous heat had ignited deep within my groin, and it spread like wildfire, licking up my spine and making my legs tremble. What the hell was this? Why wouldn't it go away? I pleaded silently—please, go away. Please, I beg you...

But it didn't.

I didn't understand this sensation. It was overwhelming me, twisting my thoughts, making me feel… strange. Delirious. Desperate.

Was this arousal?

Would touching it help ease the burning? Could I really do that to myself right now? My hand twitched at the thought. Just one touch—maybe that would be enough.

But was that something I should do?

Did it even matter anymore?

No… No, they were the ones who started this. They put me in this state. If they were going to push me this far, then they should take some damn responsibility for what they've done to me. My dignity was already crumbling—I might as well fall completely.

Swallowing the last shred of hesitation, I slid my hand into my shorts, pushing past the waistband of my panties. The soft fabric clung to the heat between my legs, already damp. My fingertips trembled as they brushed over my sensitive folds—and the second I made contact, my body reacted with a jolt.

A sharp, tingling sensation struck through me like lightning.

"Mm..."

A breathy moan escaped before I could stop it. My body shivered under the weight of that first delicate touch, my fingertip gently pressing at the entrance, teasing it, making the heat there throb even stronger. A chill crawled down my spine—no, it wasn't cold—it was that sinful kind of pleasure that made you feel high and weak at the same time.

"Ahh, yaaannn, ahhh, ahh, ahnn, ah…!"

"Mm… Haaa~…"

Another sound slipped out, and panic instantly gripped me. I slapped my free hand over my mouth, holding my breath. They didn't hear me, did they?

"Ahnn, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh! It feels good~...! Ahnnn, ahhh…!"

Luckily, they were too caught up in their own world. Chloe's voice was like a constant siren—bold, beautiful, and erotic. My own moan, quiet and restrained, couldn't compete with hers.

I bit down on one of my fingers to hold back any more noise. I couldn't afford to be caught. But the heat was driving me insane. My body wasn't listening to reason. I slowly pushed my finger against my entrance again, rubbing gently, the slickness making each movement smoother and more sinful than the last.

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Leon's POV

Chloe's pussy was clutching me with desperate intensity, growing tighter by the second, and wetter too. The warmth enveloping my cock was maddening—so slippery, so hot, so alive.

"Ahnn, ahhh, yaannn~...! It feels really good... Ahhn, ahhn, ahh, ahhh~...!"

She had already crossed the threshold of restraint. Her expression was completely undone—eyes wide and glazed with unfiltered lust, lips parted and trembling, gasping for every breath between cries of ecstasy. Her golden hair clung to her sweat-drenched cheeks in thick strands, yet instead of looking disheveled, she looked unspeakably alluring—like a sensual goddess descending into madness.

Her scent was everywhere. It wasn't just sweat or skin—it was pheromones, potent and intoxicating. It invaded my nose, my lungs, and even my brain, muddling my thoughts until I could think of nothing else but her. She didn't need to say she was in heat—I could feel it in every movement, every squeeze, every breath.

Was she a succubus in disguise? That thought didn't feel far-fetched at all.

"Ahhn, ahh, ahh, yaaannn~... Nnn, mnnn, ahhhnn, ahh, haann~... Nnnn…"

My cock pulsed as the pleasure mounted. I could feel it—my release wasn't far off. Her pussy was gripping me so tightly now, like it wanted to milk everything out of me. She was close too—I could tell by the way her voice broke, by the spasms in her hips, by the way her nails dug into the sheets.

"Ahhn, yaannn, ahh…! Ahhh, I'm feeling it... It's coming… Big wave...~! Ahnnnn, ahhh…!"

I gripped her hips firmly, my hands sinking into the plush softness of her flesh, and began to thrust in perfect rhythm with her rolling movements. Each thrust was deeper, hungrier. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed violently, raw and obscene.

"Nghhhhh!? Ahhhn, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh, yesss~...! It feels good… It feels really gooooood~...!"

She was trembling beneath me, her body coiling tighter and tighter, like a bowstring pulled to its absolute limit.

She was going to break.

And then—

"Nnnnnnghhhhh~! Cummmmingggggggggggg~...!"

She snapped.

Her body convulsed hard as her pussy clamped down on me, and a sudden rush of pussy juices erupted out, gushing all over my crotch. It was hot—scalding and wet—and it made my body shudder in response. Her orgasm was so intense, so primal, that she arched her back to a terrifying degree. For a moment, I feared she might snap it from how hard she tensed.

Her insides pulsed around me, trying to force the cum out of me, but I didn't release. I held it in.

Then, as her strength gave out, her body collapsed backward, limp and satisfied, and my cock slipped out from her drenched pussy.

"Haa... Ha... That felt good...~" she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion and bliss.

My breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, the weight of my unfulfilled climax pressing against my lower abdomen like a coiled spring. Each inhale felt shallow, my chest heaving while the intense heat that had pooled at my groin began to ebb away. I had been on the brink of cumming—so achingly close that my balls had tightened in preparation. But just when I needed release the most, she came first. And then she stopped moving entirely.

The pressure that had built up so tightly, so agonizingly within me, seemed to retreat—like steam vanishing in the cold. It didn't disappear completely, no—it lingered, pulsing dully beneath the surface, teasing and taunting. But the high, the rush, the burning wave that would've pushed me over the edge, had faded back into my core.

And I wasn't about to let myself get blue-balled.

No way.

Not when I was still throbbing, still desperate to cum. The tension was unbearable, and she—though dazed and panting—still seemed coherent enough. That was all the confirmation I needed.

"Haa... Haa..." she exhaled weakly, her eyes half-lidded but glowing with lingering lust. "You haven't cum yet, have you...?" Her voice trembled, soft and inviting, yet laced with a sultry tease. "Well then... you could use me for it. Give it to me—that smell... that thick, musky smell that I want..."

Even though she had just been overwhelmed by an orgasm that clearly shook her to the core, her desire hadn't faded in the slightest. She was still drunk on the heat, intoxicated by the scent she craved so dearly.

The scent of my cum.

"Alright then..." I murmured lowly, my voice deep and resolute, burning with restrained hunger.

I reached for her, my hands sliding up the smooth curves of her legs. My fingers sank into her thighs, and the moment they touched her skin, I paused for a heartbeat. Her thighs—god, her thighs—were impossibly soft. They weren't just warm and pliant—they were ethereal, like silk infused with flesh, like clouds made solid. I could've stayed there, stroking her forever, lost in the luxurious texture of her skin.

What kind of body was this? What kind of woman could be made like this?

It was as though she had been sculpted for sex, molded perfectly to drive a man to madness.

I tightened my grip on her legs and gently but firmly lifted them up—guiding her into a folded position until her feet were just near her head. Then, I spread her apart in a wide v-shape, her body fully opened beneath me.

"H-Huh...? What's..." she whispered, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.

I didn't bother using my hands to guide myself in. My palms remained where they were, holding her thighs apart in that intimate, vulnerable shape. Instead, I shifted my hips forward, trying to line up my cock to her dripping pussy using only instinct and movement. But it wasn't easy—the slickness made it too slippery, too wet, and I struggled to slot myself in properly.

"Here..." she said suddenly, her voice gentle yet filled with aching need. She reached between us, her fingers curling around the base of my cock. Her touch was light, but guiding, her hand trembling slightly. "Now, enter," she breathed, still holding me.

That was all I needed.

I thrust forward, hips surging ahead, and with one smooth stroke, I buried myself inside.

Her pussy lips parted, stretched wide to accommodate my cock, and the moment I bottomed out, a shocked cry burst from her throat.

"Hnnnnghhhhhaaaaaaa!?"

The warmth of her pussy enveloped me, clenching around me with exquisite tightness. In this folded position, I was pressing directly against her sweet spot with every inch, hitting that sensitive place that made her squirm.

And I didn't wait.

I began to move immediately—my hips slamming down in strong, forceful strokes, pounding into her with rhythmic precision. Each thrust sent a wave of pressure through her, and the slick sounds of our connection echoed loudly in the space around us. Her body jolted beneath me with every impact, her skin clapping wetly against mine.

I fucked her deeply, unrelentingly, in a full-on mating press—claiming her entirely with each plunge of my cock.