Allen walked out of the hut with delicate steps, a mixture of curiosity and shame lingering in his posture. His rod still throbbed, pulsing like it sensed the gods themselves, but he tucked it discreetly between his thighs.
The moment he stepped outside, the air smelled of sin. His jaw clenched instinctively. It was obvious—this wasn't his world.
The terrain stretched before him like a fusion of modern and rural elegance. Regal huts filled the space, some made of polished oakwood, others built from hardened mud or crude blocks. There were no paved roads or intricate structures, just a noble aesthetic crafted into simplicity.
It wasn't endless. From where he stood, Allen could see the perimeter marked by massive brick walls that enclosed the settlement in a perfect half-circle. One side curved in an arc, while the other stood rigidly straight.
The pitch of the terrain overwhelmed him until his eyes locked onto the source of the noise—a thunderous gathering of beastkins. Hundreds of thousands surrounded a one-story marvel, unmistakably the most refined structure in the area.
He stumbled back as though witnessing a horde of monsters. His length slipped free from between his thighs, pointing unashamedly at the crowd. None of them wore clothes. Not one. Cocks dangled in the open, touching each other casually, as though such contact was normal here.
Each male had a mature, war-hardened physique—layered abs etched across wide torsos and shoulders built for battle.
Breasts—glowing, glistening breasts—stood proudly on figures that looked sculpted from fantasy itself. Women flaunted bodies that seemed impossible: hips that begged to be held, asses bouncing with every subtle movement, and tails arched high planted on then all irrespective of gender.
They stood like students in an assembly, comfortable with one another, skin on skin, eyes fixed on the corridor above the building's upper floor.
"Holy... crap," Allen breathed, grinning in disbelief. His eyes flickered across the sea of exposed flesh. Variety assaulted his senses—sizes, shapes, colors—like a living gallery of divine lust.
"Man... this is too much." He tilted his head back, shielding his view with his hand. When he lowered it again, his gaze landed on another group—a pile of grotesque corpses, mangled and inhuman. Bloodied forms sprawled like sacks of meat, with limbs and eyes sprouting in unnatural places, their skin hues as varied as their disfigurements.
"Shit... hmmm..." Allen grimaced and turned away.
"Heyyy..." a familiar voice called.
Allen looked up. There she stood—Natasha, the irresistible beastkin, waving from the crowd.
"Come over here," she beckoned.
Allen swallowed hard, walking towards her with hesitation, awkwardly trying to tuck his rigid cock back between his thighs.
"You look so shy and uncomfortable," Natasha grinned, her tail swaying behind her like a pleased cat.
"Everything's so strange," he muttered, gesturing at the crowd. "Don't you people wear clothes?"
Natasha leaned into him without hesitation. Her body pressed against his, her fingers pinning his lips like he'd insulted the gods.
"That word is forbidden here."
Allen flinched, blushing hard. His eyes darted between hers and her breasts. His shaft slipped free again, grazing her exposed pussy in a soft, almost reverent stroke.
"Aahh~" she moaned, breathy and shameless.
"Clothes are—"
A sudden chill raced down his spine as he stumbled back, only to crash into another warm body—nipples brushing his back like velvet, he ruched back forward arching his back like they touched sacred flames
"Damn," she whispered, pulling him forward into another tight hug. This time, it was Natasha.
"I said that word is forbidden," she murmured, her hot breath fogging his face.
Allen's heart raced. His mind scrambled, stunned by the chaos around him.
"Alright, that's enough," he muttered, stepping back deliberately, trying to avoid any more stimulating contact.
"Don't worry," Natasha smirked, turning toward the building. Her ass jiggled in sync with her steps. "You'll fit in soon enough."
"Hmph. I hope so," he whispered.
YAAAAA...
SO BIG~
I'M GONNA FAINT...!
MY KING..! MY HERO...!
The crowd erupted as two figures emerged. One had long fox-like ears and flowing brown hair that fell just above his hips. His angular face was hauntingly handsome.
"Elves!" He gasped, raising an arm instinctively, his cock was as thick as a four inch wide pipe, nearly brushing his knees, planted firmly on his towering, chiseled frame.
YAAA...
KING KAELION...
I'M JEALOUS!
The crowd responded like they were cheering a divine rock star.
"WE DID NOT FALL... WE CONQUERED. OUR MEN STOOD STRONG, AND OUR WOMEN PROVED THEIR ASS WORTH BY BIRTHING WARRIORS...!"
"Yaaaaa... MY KING!" they roared in unison.
"He's always so inspiring," Natasha said, turning to Allen, who wasn't listening—his eyes were glued to her swaying ass.
"Hey!"
"Oh! Uh... yeah, sorry," Allen snapped out of it, caught in the act.
"So, what victory are they celebrating?"
Natasha chuckled, her lips curling into a playful smirk.
"Monsters infiltrated our walls today. Unlike usual, they came in groups. But our men stood their ground."
"So these walls are protection from monsters?"
"Mhm," she hummed.
Interesting, Allen thought. I better start fucking.
"I, KING KAELION, HAVE FORGED A NEW WEAPON FOR OUR FUTURE—ONE THAT WILL EXPAND OUR BORDERS, MULTIPLY OUR POPULATION, AND WIPE OUT THE MONSTERS!"
The crowd went wild.
YAAHHH!
LONG LIVE OUR KING OF INFINITE WISDOM!
Kaelion placed a noble hand on the shoulder of the second figure beside him. This one was just as muscular, bearing two long, obsidian horns and more than a dozen defined abs.
"I AM EDRIC—KING OF THE DEMON CLAN!" the horned man declared. "THE MINDLESS MONSTERS NOW ELVOLVING. THEY STRIKE IN GROUPS. THIS IS A THREAT TO US ALL."
His cock swayed in the still, heavy air.
"SO, I AND YOUR KING KAELION HAVE MADE A PACT. WE SHALL BRIDGE THE GAP BETWEEN DEMONS AND ELVES. WE WILL BREED A NEW GENERATION OF HYBRIDS—UNIQUE, POWERFUL, UNSTOPPABLE."
The crowd exploded.
YAAAA!
YESSS! WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT?
WHAT A GREAT DAY!
Some screamed for demon cock. Others praised the visionary strategy. A few were simply relieved.
"They're bringing in demons?" Allen asked, recoiling with dread. Everyone knew demons were terrifying.
"Relax," Natasha whispered, her tail curling behind her. "They're just like us. Only difference is the horns and ridiculous strength."
"Okay... that's a relief," Allen smirked. "I wonder what kind of abilities I can copy from their asses."
"MERGES OF THE ELF CLAN!" Kaelion roared. "YOU MAY NOW TEAR DOWN THE WALLS THAT DIVIDE US! TAKE DEMON WIVES, AND LET US DOMINATE THE EARTH TOGETHER!"
YAHHHHH!
The crowd surged like a wild stampede toward the walls.
"I want a demon wife first!"
"I need one with a thick cock!"
Their cries were raw, unfiltered, overflowing with lust and urgency. The earth trembled beneath their feet.
Only Allen and Natasha remained.
"Aren't you going?" Allen asked, watching the stampede.
"Nope," she smirked, stepping closer, eyes locking with his. "I already have everything I want right here."
Her fingers brushed along his shaft.
Allen didn't pull away. Nor did he stop her.
"Let's go to your hut," he murmured, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
She bumped her shoulder against his, tail twitching with promise.
"Told you you'd fit in."
Taking his hand, she led him forward.
Allen followed, eyes glued to her bouncing, natural ass. He whispered under his breath:
"If I'm going to get strong... I better start fucking now."