SMASH or PASS

Leanne bit her lips as she looked at me.

Her eyes alone managed to get me back to work immediately.

"Kyaah—!"

I held Leanne up, then opened her butt cheeks wide to take a good look.

Leanne gasped, her breath hitching at the sudden exposure. Her hands flew back to brace against my thighs, her body trembling with anticipation.

Her pale, round ass cheeks were now spread wide in my grip, revealing everything: the tight, hidden star of her asshole, clenched tight, and just below, her pussy lips, glistening and swollen, already beading with a fresh droplet of her arousal.

"Oh fuck..." she moaned, her voice dropping to a low, throaty register. "Looking gets you all hot and bothered, doesn’t it? Seeing just how much kitty needs to be filled?"

I immediately pushed her down, then started teasing her pussy slowly with my dick.

The air was punched from Leanne’s lungs in a sharp, ragged gasp as the swollen, heavy crown of my cock dragged through her soaked folds. She threw her head back, her pink hair spilling across my chest as her entire body tensed in a taut, quivering arch.

"O-Ohh gods..." she choked out, her nails digging into my forearms hard enough to draw faint red lines. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, trying to impale herself on the teasing pressure. "Don’t... d-don’t tease..."

Her pussy was impossibly hot and soft around the broad tip. Every ridge, every vein of my cockhead was felt in excruciating detail as I glided back and forth, coating my shaft in her slickness without granting her the fullness she craved.

Leanne’s composure shattered. "Fuck! Just... just shove it in!" she wailed, her bravado gone, replaced by primal, desperate need. She started rocking her hips, trying to force me deeper, but my grip was firm, keeping her on the agonizing edge of penetration. "Stop making me beg like a fucking whore!"

A slight chuckle escaped my mouth.

I think I have a favorite catkin.

I gave her a one final, slow, torturous drag against her clit, making her scream, before adjusting my stance. I pulled her hips back just enough to align myself perfectly.

Then, with no further warning, I drove forward, burying my dick to the hilt in one brutal, claiming thrust.

Leanne let out a sharp, anticipatory gasp.

"NNNNYYAAAAGGGGHHHH~!!!"

Leanne’s scream was a raw, unfiltered thing of pure sensation. Her back arched violently, her hands flying back to claw at my thighs for purchase. She was instantly, impossibly tight, her tight cunt stretched around my Excalibur. Due to the sudden, searing invasion.

"F-fuck! FUCK!" she howled, her body instinctively trying to recoil from the overwhelming stretch before her deeper, desperate need took over and she slammed her hips back against mine, taking my shaft even deeper.

I didn’t give her a moment to adjust. My hands gripped her flaring hips hard enough to bruise, and I set a punishing, piston-like rhythm. Each savage thrust hammered into her core, the sound of wet flesh slapping together obscenely loud in the small room.

"Y-yes! More! Harder!" Leanne chanted, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream that became a ragged moan. Her inner walls, already hypersensitive, convulsed around my dick in a frantic, milking rhythm, trying to draw me even deeper. Her breasts jounced wildly with each impact, and her tail lashed the air in frantic, uncontrolled arcs.

From the bed, Leana watched with wide, glazed eyes, her own hands moving between her legs frantically as she watched her sister get utterly ruined. "L-Leanne..." she whimpered, her own arousal dripping onto the sheets. "Is it... does it hurt?"

"Hurt?" Leanne managed to gasp out between thrusts that rocked her whole body. "It... ngh! It feels like... like being alive again! Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop!"

The room was filled with the deafening rhythm of our coupling. The wet, obscene slapping of my pelvis against her ass and Leanne’s increasingly incoherent shrieks of ecstasy. My dick was a relentless piston, each thrust bottoming out against her cervix with a force that made her entire body shudder and convulse.

Leanne was past any semblance of composure. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, showing only the whites beneath her lidded lids. Her tongue lolled from her lips, dripping saliva as she lost herself to the pure, mechanical sensation of being filled. "Babies... fuck... make babies... Mnnn" she babbled incoherently, her claws leaving red crescents on my shoulders.

Not being able to hold it anymore. I came inside of her deeply.

The abrupt, searing flood of my release deep inside her ravaged, stretched core seemed to be her final trigger.

Leanne’s entire body seized up, every muscle locking into a rigid arch as a scream was ripped from her throat.

"GGGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNYYAAAAA~!!!♥"

Her cunt clamped down in a series of violent, rhythmic spasms, milking me for every last drop as her own climax joined the torrent. Her mind went utterly blank, consumed by the primal, reproductive success of being bred.

She collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, a shaking, drooling wreck. Thick ropes of cum immediately began to seep from her gaping, well-used entrance, dripping down her trembling thighs and pooling on the floor beneath her

’Jesus christ... Holy fucking shit.’

I’m not sure if I can really handle anything more than this.

I’m dying. I’m fucking dying from snu-snu.

"N-nyaaa!"

From the bed, Leana gave a desperate, keening cry. The sight and smell of her sister’s fulfillment pushed her past her own breaking point. With a frantic scramble, she launched herself from the mattress, nearly falling in her haste. She threw herself at me, her burning-hot skin slick with sweat.

"Me next!" she begged, her voice cracking with raw need. "Please, please, me next! I can’t wait another second!"

No.

No no no.

I will die. I will really fucking die if this shit kept going—

"Nya~♥"

"Wait—"

◇◇◇

Three hours later.

The room smelled like a brothel after a siege: sex, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of spilled seed.

[+16 SP]

I laid sprawled on the floor, my body was a canvas of scratch marks and bite marks, my cock finally, mercifully limp and spent.

’I’m dead.’

I was breathing like a man who’d just run a marathon through hell. My throat was dry and my limbs felt like lead.

Leanne and Leana lay curled against me, one on each side, like exhausted, sated kittens. Their feverish heat had broken, replaced by a deep, bone-weary lassitude. Leanne’s head rested on my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. Leana’s face was buried against my chest, her own breath hitching with the occasional, contented sigh. Both were covered in drying cum it streaked their bellies, their thighs, and matted in their pink hair.

The air was still thick with the ghost of their frantic coupling, but the desperate, frenetic energy had finally bled away, leaving only the heavy silence of exhaustion.

’I’m really fucking dead.’

That was insane.

I can’t keep going with this. I’ll die. I’ll really die.

’Let’s just sneak outside slowly...’

"Nya~ Having fun?"

From the doorway, Luna watched, her arms crossed over her chest. She hadn’t interrupted. She’d simply stood there, a silent sentinel, maybe ensuring her granddaughters got what they needed without tearing their prize apart. Her expression was unreadable a mixture of maternal relief, sharp-edged satisfaction, and something darker, deeper perhaps envy?

Finally, she pushed off the doorframe and walked over, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. She looked down at our tangled, sweaty trio.

"Finished?" she asked, her voice low.

Leanne cracked one eye open, a lazy, utterly sated smile spreading across her face. "For now, Grandma," she purred, nuzzling deeper into my neck. "For now."

I shivered.

Luna’s gaze shifted to me. "Come on, kiddo. Up. You’ve got one more stop." She nudged my leg with her foot. "Lana’s waiting. And trust me... she won’t be as gentle as these two."

"..."

This shit better be worth it.

"Nya~"

As I pushed myself to my feet with a groan that spoke of profound, bone-deep exhaustion, Leanne gave my ass one last, possessive squeeze. Leana, too weak to stand, just watched me go with wide, drowsy, adoring eyes.

◇◇◇

Leaving the twins’ room felt like stepping out of a sauna. The hallway air was cooler, but it did nothing to ease the heaviness in my limbs or the dull ache between my legs.

Luna led me down a short, dark hallway to the last door on the third floor. The door was locked from the outside with a heavy iron bolt.

’Jesus christ, is there a fucking demon in there?’

Was it too late now to cancel this contract?

Luna’s hand hesitated on it for a second then with a grimace, she slid the bolt back. The heavy clunk echoed in the stillness.

With the heart of facing a dark souls boss, I walked forward.

Before Luna could even push the door open, it was yanked inward with enough force to nearly rip it from its hinges.

A catkin appeared.

She was at the doorway, her posture low and predatory. Her long pink hair was a wild, greasy mane around a face that was all sharp angles and dilated, feral eyes. Her eyes weren’t the soft pink of her mother and daughters. They were a deep, bloody crimson with unsettling heart-shaped pupils that fixated on me.

She was naked. Her body was leaner than Luna’s, corded with wiry muscle, but her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples a dark, dusky pink and painfully erect.

Her pink tail lashed behind her like a whip. A low, continuous growl rumbled in her chest, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards.

Luna took a step back, giving her daughter a wide berth. "Lana... sweetie... I brought him. The breeder."

Gulp.

Jesus fucking christ.

Am I supposed to be fucking that?