The World Is Mine For The Taking

"Ahh, ahhhnn, ah, ahhh, ahhnn, ahh, ah, ah, ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh~! Hnnn, hnng, ahh, ahh, ahnnn~...!"

Chloe's voice trembled with each rhythmic thrust, her moans spiraling into an uncontrollable symphony of lust. Her eyes, now glassy and unfocused, kept rolling upward, lost in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. I could feel that every time I pushed forward, I reached the deepest corners of her insides. The tip of my cock collided again and again against the taut barrier of her cervix, stretching her from the inside with every deep, unrelenting plunge.

"Ah, so deep…! Hnghghh~...! Ahhhh, it feels… it feels so good…! Ahhnnn, ah, ahhh, ahhh, ahhnnn, ahhh…!"

Her voice was breaking, quivering with raw ecstasy, as if the words were being dragged out of her throat against her will. My hips moved faster now, each thrust more desperate than the last. The wet friction between us grew louder, wetter and messier. I could feel that my cock was buried completely inside her, reaching the hilt, my balls slapping against her with every downward snap of my hips. Her tight pussy pulsed violently, squeezing me hard, as though trying to milk every drop from me.

"Ahh, cumming again… I'm going to cum…!"

Sensing her nearing the edge, I quickly pulled out with a wet slap, only to plunge my fingers deep inside her instead. They curled expertly, hitting every sensitive, swollen spot within her slick heat. Her juices overflowed, building to a boiling point as her entire body trembled from the relentless stimulation.

Then—she broke.

"Hnghhhhhhhh~...!"

A sharp cry tore from her lips as she squirted violently, a clear stream arcing through the air. Her body bucked wildly beneath me, back arching into a perfect curve, every muscle seizing up in climax. Her eyes rolled so far back they nearly disappeared into her skull, and her tongue lolled out helplessly, her mouth frozen open in a silent scream.

"Mmmm~..."

That soft moan didn't belong to Chloe. I turned my gaze briefly to the side—and there was Zoey. She was lying on her side, facing away from us, trembling from head to toe. Her hand rested between her thighs, slick and wet. She had cum. I could tell by the way her body quivered and clenched, caught in her own wave of orgasm, brought on by watching us. She had been pleasuring herself to our sex.

I didn't say anything. I didn't need to. I simply returned to Chloe, thrusting back into her slick warmth, pinning her once more beneath me in a mating press.

With her legs folded high and tight against her chest, I leaned in close and captured her lips. We kissed deeply with no hesitation and restraint. Our tongues entwined, dancing in each other's mouths, messy and hungry. As our bodies pressed together, I could feel the soft weight of her breasts against my chest. Her nipples, now hardened to stiff peaks, poked against my skin, no longer hidden beneath the soft swell of her areolas. They pressed into me with every movement, each touch setting off sparks.

"Mnnn, mhhhff, mmnnn, slrppp… mnnn, hhnnnn…!"

Sloppy, wet sounds echoed through the room—the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the lewd squelch of her soaked pussy, and the unfiltered sounds of our mouths and tongues colliding. The air was thick with heat, the scent of Chloe's arousal intensifying by the second. Her pheromones flooded the space, intoxicating and sweet, wrapping around my senses like a drug.

My thoughts blurred, the edge of climax drawing near. My body was trembling from the buildup, my mind clouded with overwhelming pleasure.

Chloe was close too. I could feel her insides tightening, growing slicker and warmer with every deep thrust. Her pussy clamped down hard, spasming in waves.

"Aahh, ahh, ahh, naaaa, ahhhnnn, nhaa, ahh, ahhh, ahh, ah, ahhh, ahhnnn~...!"

Her mouth hung open, tongue flopping out once more, her eyes rolling back repeatedly as her moans reached a fever pitch. She was completely gone—completely consumed by sensation.

I fucked her harder, pounding her like a machine, my cock slamming into her with mechanical rhythm—deep, savage, and relentless—until…

We exploded together.

"Hnnnnaaaaaaaaaa, aaaahh, ahnnnnnnnnnnn~...!"

She screamed—a sound of absolute release—as her body arched dramatically beneath me. Every muscle tensed before giving way to total, trembling surrender.

My cock pulsed violently, my balls tightening before unleashing a massive load deep inside her. Thick, hot cum gushed forward, pouring directly into her womb. I could feel it stretching slightly, expanding to accommodate the sheer amount. Chloe moaned louder as her insides filled to the brim.

After a few final thrusts, I pulled out. The last spurt of cum shot out and splattered onto her inner thighs, thick and heavy.

"Haaa... Haa... I love... your smell... I might get addicted..."

She whispered it breathlessly, but I already knew.

No... she was addicted.

I panted beside her, utterly spent, the high of climax still tingling through my limbs. When I looked to the side again, Zoey remained motionless—but her subtle, trembling form betrayed her. She had cum too. She was still recovering, just like us.

"Leon..." Chloe suddenly murmured, her tone soft and curious. "Do you think I can stay with you forever? So that I can have sex with you whenever I'm horny?"

I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Was she only thinking about her research? Her lust? But even so… it didn't really matter. If she truly wanted to be by my side, there was no reason to refuse.

"Well, if you want me to take care of you, I guess I can do that," I replied.

After a while, I decided it was best for us to rest. Chloe, clearly satisfied and visibly spent, didn't seem the least bit interested in a second round. Who could blame her? She had already cummed multiple times, her body twitching and trembling in the aftermath, her breathing shallow and weak. As for me, exhaustion was quickly catching up, pulling at my limbs like heavy chains. My stamina had been thoroughly drained, and even the thought of another round felt distant and impossible.

We collapsed into the sheets, our naked bodies lightly pressed against one another, her skin warm and supple, her breaths slow and rhythmic. We lay so close that I could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest. Soon enough, I drifted into slumber beside her, her body enveloping me like an enormous, soft marshmallow—comforting, gentle, and addictively warm.

***

I was roused from my dreams by the subtle sizzle of food meeting oil, the muffled clang of metal against metal, and the alluring aroma of something being cooked. Smoke and the scent of charred meat curled into my nostrils, drawing me gradually back to consciousness. As my eyes fluttered open, I instinctively scanned the room. The women who had lain around me the night before—gone. Not a trace of them remained under the now crumpled sheets.

I pulled away the thin blanket that had been lazily thrown over my body and was immediately met with the sensation of cool air brushing against my bare skin. I realized, with a blink of sluggish awareness, that I wasn't wearing anything at all. Without a moment's delay, I reached for my clothes from the floor—now slightly wrinkled—and dressed myself quickly before stepping out of the room.

The moment I exited, I was slammed with a loud, piercing voice that shattered the morning calm like glass.

"How could you have sex in the middle of the night without even trying to wake me up and let me join you, huh!?"

The voice was unmistakably Zes's—sharp, irritated, and full of pent-up frustration. My footsteps slowed as I neared the source of the commotion. I turned the corner and saw her standing, hands on her hips, shouting directly at Chloe. Her expression twisted in disbelief, her brows furrowed so deep they cast shadows over her burning eyes.

Chloe, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She sat calmly, legs crossed, a steaming mug in her hand that gently released soft spirals of steam into the air. She brought it to her lips with elegant nonchalance and took a long, unhurried sip. The way she held herself exuded an almost regal calm—completely unbothered by Zes's outburst.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Why did you have sex with him and then leave me sleeping like some kind of idiot while you were off enjoying yourself?"

Chloe didn't even offer her a glance. She let out a slow yawn, stretching her arms slightly, as if Zes's presence was nothing more than background noise.

I could almost hear the vein on Zes's forehead swell and pop out as her temper flared visibly. Her fists clenched, her knuckles whitening as she glared daggers.

"You…"

Then her gaze shifted—landing on me as I stepped into view.

"Hey! Why didn't you wake me up last night!?"

I shrugged slightly, my voice casual yet firm. "Well, you were sleeping pretty soundly. It would've been really rude to just wake you up like that, don't you think?"

"But I would've been willing to—if you impregnate me!"

"Well, then you should've woken up last night," I replied flatly. I wasn't in the mood to entertain her whining. There was something else I needed to take care of now. "I'm heading out for a bit to meet Kirk."

With that, I turned my back on the two of them and exited the accommodation. The air outside was crisp and carried the earthy scent of dew evaporating under the growing sunlight. Just a few steps out, I spotted Kirk already waiting. He stood near the entrance, accompanied by another figure—a large beastman with the build of a lion, his physique muscular and towering. Unlike Kirk, however, this one had a fully human head.

"Oh, Leon. You're awake," Kirk called out, his tone calm and welcoming.

"Yeah… well, I couldn't really keep putting this off," I said, my voice laced with quiet determination.

"I understand. After such a long journey here, you're probably eager to return home," Kirk replied knowingly. Then he gestured to the man beside him. "Ah, and this is Mas. He's the one holding the device."

Mas's gaze locked onto mine almost immediately. There was something fierce in his stare, something primal. His eyes didn't just look at me—they pierced. Within them burned a silent fury, restrained but palpable. An anger that coiled like a serpent behind his pupils.

But this was the first time we had ever met. So why was he already looking at me with such undisguised hatred?