Lianel was already in front of him—on her knees on the bed, in a cat's pose, ready to spring.
Her body curved with effortless grace. Her large breasts swayed softly with every motion.
Her hips arched back, tempting, and between her thighs—wet, gleaming—her sex was waiting.
—"Don't you want to enter me… just like this?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder with a playful smile.
Kano swallowed a breath.
His cock—already hard again, heavy with blood.
He wanted her. Fiercely. Instantly.
He rose to his knees.
His hands closed on her hips—firm, possessive.
He pulled her closer, parted her cheeks and…
entered.
Deep. Strong.
And Lianel arched, cried out—loud, hoarse, almost a growl.
—"Yes… like that… more…" spilled from her lips.
His thrusts grew harsher.
Lianel's ass clenched, her breasts bounced to the rhythm.
Her hair came loose, and her body trembled with pleasure.
Kano lost control.
He didn't think. He loved her—driving deeper, faster, harder.
And in that moment…
Naira lay down beside them, spreading her legs wide, showing all of herself.
Her fingers slipped between her lips.
She was touching herself, watching Kano claim Lianel.
Her breasts heaved with breath. Her nipples—hard, huge, lifted high.
She pleasured herself with her own touch.
Her eyes burned with want. She couldn't wait.
Selina, now recovered, crawled to Naira,
her tongue brushed the belly, then slid down to the mound.
She began to lick Naira's sex—carefully, slowly—until Naira moaned with force.
—"YES! More!" Naira's voice cut the air.
Aroused by the sight, Kano drove even harder.
Lianel was shaking all over now. Her fingers knotted into the sheets. Her legs quivered.
—"I… I'm almost… now…" she whispered.
And they came almost together.
Her body shuddered, and Kano poured his hot pleasure into her again.
Lianel sank down onto her breasts, looked up at Kano from below:
—"I told you you'd be the best."
—"And this is only the beginning, chieftain…"
The air in the room was hot and heavy.
Kano lay on his back, sweaty, spent—and smiling.
His body trembled not from fatigue, but from the deep, warm love he had just felt.
Lianel and Selina rested at his sides, satisfied, happy.
Only one woman still waited.
Naira.
She was already naked. Her body—woven from fire and dreams. Her large breasts, slick with sweat, rose heavily with her quickened breath. Her nipples—hard, dark, striking. Her thighs—wide, strong. Her eyes—ablaze.
She rose without a word and came to Kano. She knelt before him, palms on his chest.
—"I remember my mother's words. 'When your man falls, you must return his strength. Only a woman can reignite the fire in a dimmed warrior.'"
Her voice was low, rough, and deeply tender.
She took his cock in her hand. Soft now, spent—but sensitive.
Naira traced a circle across her breasts with it. Then slid it between them, pressing together.
The heat of her skin, the sweat, the softness—like sinking into molten velvet.
—"Feel me… Don't rush. Just breathe… I'll bring you back to yourself."
Her breasts slid and lapped. She worked him slowly, stroking, whispering—not words, but a spell.
—"I don't just want you… I want you never again to doubt that you are the chieftain. That you are a man. That you are… ours."
Kano sighed. His gaze grew hazy. He began to harden again—slowly, with every new motion.
She bent and ran her tongue from the base to the tip. A few passes. Then paused, flicked gently, and searched his eyes.
—"I like how you're getting strong. I want you to break me again. Completely."
She took him into her mouth. Slowly. Deeply. Her lips sealed around him, her tongue teased the tender places.
Kano groaned. The feeling was so vivid that his vision darkened once more.
—"Oh, goddess…" he barely whispered.
Selina licked her lips as she watched.
Lianel unconsciously pressed her thighs together, her nipples hardening again.
Naira, swallowing him in rhythm, began whispering to herself:
—"He's already mine. I'll ignite him. And no one will ever take this man from me."
She slid him between her breasts once more, squeezing, gliding, then—back into her mouth.
Wet slurps, deep suction, the warm trill of her tongue—echoed through the room like a song of temptation.
Kano's cock was like a sword now—hard, blazing, ready for battle.
She rose, her skin glistening. She lay on her back, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Her sex—wet, pulsing, shining in the glow of the crystals.
—"Take me so I'll never forget. I want your fire in every inch of me."
Kano came to his knees. Slowly, carefully. His hands slid along her thighs.
He touched her entrance—her sex welcomed him, tight, hot, unbelievably wet.
He entered. And both moaned.
—"Yes… deeper… more…" she rasped.
He moved slow, steady. His body sweating again, but this time—from passion.
Her sex squelched with each thrust, her breasts quivered, her moans rose higher.
—"My chieftain… my god… my life…" Naira whispered.
"I will not break… never…" Kano thought. "Because your strength is in me…"
His thrusts grew stronger. Deeper. She wrapped her legs around him. Pulled him closer.
—"Let it all out in me. I can take it. I want it."
—"I… just a little more…" he whispered, but her body was already beginning to tighten.
—"Kano…" she cried. "Give it all! Now!"
He struck again. And again. Her body arched. She trembled, her breasts heaving, the wet sounds grew louder.
And then he surrendered.
His body convulsed in a long, deep climax. His cock emptied into her, filling her with heat.
And at that same moment—she broke.
Her orgasm was a cry. She screamed, shuddered, clamped down on him so hard he collapsed onto her, barely breathing.
She held him close, kissed him—long, sincere—not as a lover, but as a woman giving her heart.
—"You are the true chieftain, Kano. And we are your wives. We will always be by your side. In everything. Anytime. Anywhere."
Kano touched her face, as if afraid this moment was only a dream. And he could only whisper, his voice breaking with emotion:
—"You… are my everything."
The sky above the beastmen's continent was heavy with clouds, starlight barely piercing the veil of night's damp shroud. Forests on either side of the road groaned, cracked, breathed—like a predator watching from the dark.
The caravan moved slowly. Carts creaked, chains rattled. In the air hung rot and sweat. The stench of fear.
At the front—a rider in a black hood. Behind—dozens of wagons with iron cages. Inside—prisoners. Exhausted, beaten, silent. Some slept, others simply stared into the night.
One cart was different. Canvas wrapped along the sides hid a woman within. She lay there, staring into the dark, not sleeping—just breathing.