Knock! Knock! Knock! 

“My liege? Are you in there?” I asked, rapping my knuckles at the door to Yaekira’s room. Tilde flew beside me with a pocket mirror in her grasp, allowing me one final chance to look myself over.  

“Don’t worry, Big Tits. You clean up well. Just focus on making sure our Master has one hell of a night to remember. Remember what I told and showed you? If you do that, you’ll drive her wild. And don’t be afraid to let out the lioness inside you. You’ve got a pleasant roar, so use it more often. You’re an animal. A bitch in heat? Well, satisfy those urges and take our Master for a ride she won’t ever forget,” Tilde hastily whispered, speaking faster than a sparrow could fly.  

“Yep. I’ve been waiting like you said,” replied my liege. “Are you ready? Did you prepare what you needed?”  

Instead of answering, I opened the door and walked in…  

Her jaw dropped.   

Her eyes went wide.   

Her breath became caught in her lungs.  

And without touching her penis, she climaxed, sending a long, smelly rope of semen cascading across the room.   

“Sekh…” she whispered my name.   

“How…do you like it?” Following Tilde’s instructions, I held my arms behind my back and thrust my chest out, smiling while letting my tail flutter. The ears atop my head twitched like she taught me, and I felt my thighs become wet.   

I stood wearing a set of barely-there lingerie Tilde had gotten from a merchant in the village. The cupless bra highlighted my nipples, and its deep, sleek black thread matched my light gray skin. The high-waisted crotchless panties dug into my ass, but the garter belt connected to my obsidian stockings. They were cut to allow my fur to become unhindered, and they were as white as snow. Tilde pressured me to wear heels, but I couldn’t subject my feet to uncomfortableness.   

My liege was silent—no, she spoke, using her body language to tell me her feelings. She got off the bed and walked quickly, her stiff penis sticking up. My heart's worries gave way to relief when she cupped my cheeks and slid her fingers down my chin. She traced my stained lips and kissed me.   

“Cinnamon?” She licked her lips.    

“Yes. It’s gray lipstick with a hint of spice, courtesy of Romero. The spirit runs a shop in the village,” I began to explain what I was up to when my liege was bargaining with Ruru for the elixir. “Tilde leveraged your influence as a High Elf to…”  

“Ah, I understand.”  

“But… You’ve never answered my question… Do you…like what I have on?”  

“Like? It’s perfect. It’s totally gorgeous—I’m really at a loss for words. When you walked in, I was so stricken by you I forgot how to breathe. But—” 

I knew what my liege was about to say. “I need to get over my fear. And if I can make you happy whilst doing it, then I will. The last thing I want is for you to go through the effort of making my dresses or underwear, and I’m too frightened to wear them. I refuse to let your effort go to waste.”  

“I would never consider anything I made for you to ever be a waste. I’m just sorry I’ve been putting it off for so long.”  

“Sorry? My liege, I thought there were to be no apologies between us when it’s you and I? Haha!”  

“Hehe! Guess I did say that, huh? But for real. You’re like a flawless diamond in the coal that was my life."

Me? A diamond? From my point of view, she was a priceless jewel. The sun that saved me from an eternity of cold, emotionless darkness. I took her hands and walked to the bed, enjoying the touch of her palms as she sat down. Kneeling, I kissed the tip of her penis after peeling back her foreskin, leaving behind a light gray stain in the shape of my lips.   

Tonight, we were going to fuck.   

That was it.   

Aetos was here. I knew he was. The mere fact he hadn’t smote us out of existence meant he didn’t have that kind of power.   

And he hated me more than anything else.   

He despised me.  

He harbored cruel fantasies about torturing me the way I brutally, sadistically tore off his kin’s wings and roasted them over a blazing inferno of my purgatorial flames.   

I ate them in front of him… 

Just because I could.   

And a chimera created from his closest allies was going to fuck me in the mansion belonging to his master.   

This? This was my revenge. My liege said it best, after all.   

Sometimes, the best revenge wasn’t one that left a room full of corpses. It was the one that made the victim depressed enough to take their own life after forcing them to witness their deepest, biggest fears.   

The beautiful, erect penis casting a shadow upon my face was like my holy artifact. I peppered it with kisses, covering its porcelain shaft a light gray. The smell of lavender and the taste of fruit imparted to my lips. My liege cradled my head with one hand and rubbed the tip across my face, growing an inch harder when I took a heavy whiff of her scent.   

Leaning back, I offered my affection to her heavy balls, which held the thick seed my body desired.   

Pregnancy? That would never happen. I wasn’t deserving to be a mother, and I knew my liege well enough to know children were the last thing on her mind.   

Why would a pair destined to destroy ever want to create life? 

It’s an oxymoron—plain and simple. Mmn… Enough about that. I have more important things to focus on.  

“If you have any requests…” I asked after popping one of her testicles out of my mouth and balancing it on my tongue.   

“Use your chest again.” It was a simple statement, but then her calm smile transformed into one that sent flutters through my womb. “Your lord commands you.” She quickly said Tilde told her to ‘ask and demand it in that specific way’ when she left the bath earlier. She felt uncomfortable, but I felt a fire ignite in my crotch.   

A mere command was more than enough for a…for someone like me. She didn’t consider me a servant, but if she allowed me the opportunity, I would openly worship the ground she walked.   

But I guess Tilde foresaw this happening.   

“My breasts are yours, my liege. That’s partly the reason why I’m wearing this.” Grabbing her penis with one hand and squeezing my tits together, I lifted my chest and placed her penis between them. Salvia dripped from my open mouth and onto the stained head, where I began to move.   

Her rod was as hot as meat and smelled as delicious.   

“Aahh~~~ That feels so good… Use your tongue. Spit on it more…”  

I obliged while she lowered her lands. She pinched my bare nipples and played with them. I lowered my head and hugged her cock’s tip with my lips after gathering some spit. My pussy ached and desired something long, thick, and throbbing, but being forced—no, patiently waiting was the expected action of a good girl.   

“That’s a good girl, Sekh. Keep going just like that.” 

I was a good girl...especially my liege's good girl... 

Haaaa…. 

Haaaa…. 

Haaaa…. 

Our breaths synchronized, and the cock smooshed between my tits tensed up. My liege gyrated her hips and joined my movements, the spit making it as slippery as if my chest was covered in slime. She pinched harder, eliciting a cry as she flooded my boobs with her semen.  

“Sekhhhh!!!!” 

“It’s so hot!!! My liegeeee~~~!!!” 

Even after climaxing so many times, it was somehow ever thicker with enough force to splatter against my lips. She left a sticky, smelly mess behind, but she kept moving her hips, caking her penis in the remains of her orgasm.   

And as Tilde predicted, it wasn’t enough. My liege wanted me to stand, and I did—leaving a puddle of my juices. The tips of her fingers still pinched my nipples, but they branched off into tiny tongue-like vines.    

I’m being licked all over… It’s taking everything I have to not lose myself… Why am I… Mmmpphhh--- why am—I so—much more sensitive…? 

I moved to the bed and laid down, and my liege sat on my stomach with her semen-covered penis. My breasts still showed signs of being fucked, and the sperm glacially traveled to my stomach. That look in her eyes said it all, and I offered the light that brightened my darkness full reign of my chest.   

“It’s all for you… Fuck my tits… Flood me with your cum… I want to bathe in it~” Tilde hinted I should act sexy, but how? Was I sexy? Was this sexy? Was wanting to cover myself from head to toe in her semen the definition of sexy?  

I didn’t know, but my liege thought it was. She grabbed a healthy handful of my boobs and slid her slippery penis through my cleavage. They were hers, and she fucked them. The tip poked me in the chin, and I stuck out my tongue to give her something warm to touch.   

She alternated between grinding her hips and massaging the head while finger tongue vines relentlessly teased me. The second time she came, my mouth and chin were covered.   

The third time? My breasts were so full it sounded like a drenched pack of papers smacking a puddle of water. Specs and thick climbs of white sprayed across my hair and covered the bed’s headboard and walls. My stomach was smothered, and all I could taste was her essence.   

But she had more to spurt. 

She went four more rounds with my breasts, and I came dozens of times from her teasing alone. Whilst I regained some semblance of consciousness, she gave me a deep kiss and filled my mouth with her tongue. Gasping, I sat up and hugged her, leading to her falling backwards. My juices flowed when the passionate kiss ended, but the sparks around my mind, and the aching throb in my womb, remained.  

And this is just the first room… We’re going to fuck three more times. But first… 

On wobbly legs, I went to fetch something from that shitty Desert Foxfolk’s closet while my liege gushed about how my boobs felt.  

I’m glad she can’t see my face… I wonder how red it is? This bra is ruined... I can’t believe it used to be black. 

Returning, I held a stack of the most colorful dresses I could find…and rubbed myself down with them as a towel.   

Yes.   

That was right. That fox's precious clothing was my semen rags. After using eleven to get as dry as possible, I took the other six and gave my liege’s penis a good scrubbing. I used two exclusively for her testicles, with one more to clean her penis's tip. 

After marking the clean cock with more proof of my love, I held my liege by the penis while walking out into the hallway. She grabbed a handful of my ass and further teased my pussy, and I left behind a trail of my leaking juices.    

As for the dresses? I left them organized on the bed…and on her dresser…and on the floor…  

Aetos was watching. He couldn’t look inside the room without seeing proof of our love…   

---

Beccy’s room didn’t have a bed, so my liege took me from behind after commanding me to put my hands on the dresser. The mirror reflected a girl in heat…  

Was that me?  

Did I really have that sultry smile, with hair sticking to my sweaty forehead? Those blushing cheeks full of lust? The woman I saw gripped the dresser’s side to prepare for her liege.   

“Sekh,” said my liege as she teased my dripping entrance with the tip of her penis. She massaged the outer lips and never pushed through to take in the warmth of my depths. “What exactly do you want me to do? A good girl has to be clear and precise, you know.”  

“I want you…to ram your penis inside me. I want you to—AAAHH~~~~~~~!!!” Without warning, she stabbed my cunt with her penile spear, thrusting all six inches deep. My breath was stolen, and my legs wobbly. Flames inadvertently danced around my fingertips and burned the wood before I calmed them. “Master!!! Master!!!!”   

Tilde told me to not hold back…  

The amorous fairy said I had a pleasant roar and called me a bitch in heat.  

A vulgar description as any, but…   

Slap! 

“Aaahhhh~~~~!” The one ravaging me smacked my jiggling ass, eliciting a sudden yelp instead of a roar.  

But it felt good.   

Very good…  

Master grabbed my arms and pulled me towards her, her hips thrusting as if there was no tomorrow. Her moans nearly drowned out my own, but she kissed my neck and used a third arm to grope my breasts and a fourth to spank me. I continued to stare at the bitch in heat reflected in the mirror.   

This…  

This was what was missing from my previous lives. A genuine relationship—a healthy, sex-positive companionship with someone who cared about the real me hidden inside…  

The one who could finally let it all out…  

The Lionfolk who didn’t have to hold back anything…  

“FUCK ME HARDER!!! KISS ME MORE!!!! GROPE ME ALL YOU WANT AS LONG AS YOU FILL ME UP!!!! MASTER, I WANT YOUR THICK TREAT TO FLOOD MY PUSSY!!!!” My roar? It wasn’t passionate—I didn’t think so— but it was me. 

“I LOVE YOU!!!! TAKE IT!!! TAKE IT ALL!!!! HHHHRRRNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!” She grunted, straining her face as she released her lust. As I wished, sticky, feverishly hot semen flooded my insides, filling me to the brim. I clenched my pussy, gripping her tight enough that she couldn’t remove her penis, and came. My juices squirted on her cock and drenched the front of the dresser.  

AAAHHHHHH!!! IT'S SO HOT!!!! MASTER, YOUR SEMEN IS—IT’S!!!! IT’S MAKING ME CUM!!!!!!!” She grabbed my neck and wrapped four more arms around my chest, thick ropes of semen ejaculating. It was an embrace like no other—one that made it a struggle to breathe, which only exacerbated the throbbing in my womb. Even climaxing so many times throughout this night, it was an itch I couldn’t satisfy.   

My womb desired more of Master’s love…  

A lot more…  

My roars had far more passion to give…   

Master flipped me to my back while her cock was in me, and she wrapped her numerous arms around my back. We walked connected, each step causing my body to lightly jump.   

Squish! Squish! Squish! 

Some of the semen spurted out when it had a chance, but we left a sticky trail to Reina’s room.  

We didn’t even speak, instead choosing to go straight for the bed with me on top. Her dozens of fingers turned into direct copies of her penis as I rode her like a horse. She rubbed those throbbing members against my face, between my tits, along the crack of my ass, and smothered my hair. I wanted to milk her while she slammed away inside me, but her penis finger vines wrapped around my arms and held them up, leaving nothing to hide my flailing, bouncing breasts.   

“HHHHHHHAAAAAAA~~~~~~ I’M CUMMMINGGGG!!!!!!”   

An 11th and 12th set of arms held me in place while she jackhammered my count. When her grip vanished, I collapsed to her chest, my breasts landing on her face. All her arms and penis vines wrapped around me again.   

She suckled and fucked for… I didn’t know how long. My sight was hazy, my eyes were glossy, and my skin felt sticky. Globs of my hair were clunked together, and licking my lips carried a bitter taste. The strength in my limbs failed me when she brought me to Murag’s room. She laid me down on her rough bed with my legs spread, then went to his closet to pull out a bundle of his robes.   

She’s…wiping me down… She’s cleaning the semen off… 

Without speaking, she tossed the soiled garments to the floor and created a second penis. Her other transfigurations didn’t seem to be there, but she crawled on top. Licking her fingers, she rubbed my legs and felt the stockings. She stashed them in her [Storage], doing the same to the rest of my lingerie a moment later.   

What did I look like?  

What expression did I make?  

She looked directly into my silver eyes, leaned her head in, and whispered sweet nothings into my ears.   

“You’re the brightest star in my tumultuous life,” she said, her breath lingering on my fur.   

“Maaasterrr… Maaasterrr…” My hands went to her face. Since it was dark, her eyes were a sleek gray, and I…saw myself in her irises.   

The Lionfolk had reddened eyes—slick with tears of passion, not fear. Full of love, not fright. Imparting a sense of destiny, not anxiousness of being abused…  

They reflected a woman in love…  

A woman who loved her Master more than life itself…  

She leaned close, planting those lips atop mine while putting both penises in.   

Then.  

And only then.  

And not a moment before or after that… 

Did the throbbing finally stop.   

Haaah!!! Haaah!!! Haaaaaahhhhh!!! 

My sweaty stomach and slick breasts made it easier for me to slide her torso up my body. Twice, the proof of her body’s acceptance of me was gingerly kissing my insides. My stomach was full—fuller than ever before—of her love.   

She smiled and investigated the wonders of my mouth when I clung my arms and legs to her back.   

It was just her and I in the final moments of this memorable night—of the moment of my revenge against Aetos…  

No. Revenge had no place here. We started with that in mind, but all I wanted…was to give all of myself to her… To my Master. That shitty eagle vanished from my thoughts, replaced by the one who had her tongue down my throat.  

Instead of crying out with a voice that rivaled the screams of the damned, my master and I both uttered our shared love in a unified breath of passion. The final trembles of her penises squirted their seed deep into my waiting womb before falling into a deep slumber.   

But we remained embraced.   

Even while she stood up, I stubbornly didn’t want to let go.   

She walked to Susize’s room and ignored Tilde to enter the bath, and I was right there, clinging to her as if my life depended on her. Her penis had long since slipped out.   

It was hard to hear what she said, but the corner of my eyes caught Tilde’s childish smirk. She held an approving look and flew to her bed. My tired eyes closed for a few seconds.    

When they opened, I was being dried off. My liege held me with her arms and used four more to rub a soft towel over my body. The pink clothes used for soap sat crumpled nearby.   

Another blink and I was snuggling against her chest. The songleaf she acquired from Ruru sat betwixt her pretty lips.   

And she played.  

She played it like no other I could care to remember. The melodies were like no song ever recorded in the depths of my memories…  

But it was sweet. And it was flowery. And it was…proof of her love.  

“Sleep tight, Sekh… I love you,” she said, taking a momentary pause after I took a cue from her page and placed my lips upon a nipple. There wasn’t any milk, but I was close enough to lull to slumber with help from the rhythmic beating of her heart and the relaxing song.   

This…is a night…to remember… 

I love you…Master… More than…you’ll…ever…know…