Even Lionel couldn’t have seen that coming. Beastkin were frighteningly strong—capable of tearing a tallic soldier apart with bare teeth and claws—but strength alone doesn’t win a war when the opposing side is endless in numbers and machine-precision. You could watch a dozen soldiers get ripped to pieces, and it wouldn’t change the tide; there are always more marching in, calibrated and cold. Showing Anne to Lionel was supposed to make that point obvious, and judging by the way his jaw tightened, it seed to be sinking in. He’s a leader; he feels that kind of tension in his bones. If I were sitting on his throne I’d be turning this over in my head the sa way—asuring risk, counting losses, as well as imagining outcos.
Lionel wasn’t just a ceremonial king put in place to keep beasts orderly—he was the King of the Feliann Clan, the one his people looked to for freedom and a future. Right now he was squeezed between choices. If he refused what I offered, things would probably spiral the wrong way for his people. This unification I was proposing could be the difference between survival and annihilation.
"Dad," Trill said, calm but urgent. "I don’t think what Leon’s proposing is bad. It might actually help us more than you think. War’s edging closer. You might think I’ll be safe overseas, but it’s not just the Great Forest they’re after—their reach is global."
Myrcella leaned forward, her voice edged with hard facts. "They’re not subtle. They want to conquer by force. Milham almost fell. The Holy City was devastated by those tallic beings—soldiers that don’t think, they only obey. The casualties were terrible. They retreated because they weren’t fully prepared, but they’ll co back. The Empire and the Republic are the ones trying to tear the world apart. They’ll start small and expand. We can’t ignore that."
Lionel took a slow breath, rubbed his temple, and looked straight at . "You have a flair for steering the conversation, don’t you? Did you plan this before you ca to ?" he asked, half-amused.
"Negotiation takes preparation," I said, shrugging.
He gave a small, genuine laugh. "That’s exactly why I had high hopes for you. That’s why I’m giving you my daughter willingly. You’ve t my expectations so far. I respect that."
"I’m flattered," I said, letting the complint land without pretending indifference.
Lionel studied the room, then nodded. "I agree with what’s been said. We can’t let the Kingdom of Beastkin stagnate. The jungle isn’t a cage—just because we were born there doesn’t an we can’t reach farther. I’ll support this unification."
Relief washed through , slow and satisfying. "You won’t regret it," I told him.
He held my gaze a mont longer, then the tone shifted. "Promise one thing, Leon."
"Yeah?"
"Don’t put Trill in needless danger. She’s strong—politically and militarily—but that doesn’t an you can gamble with her. If you take her to the Centaur Kingdom, they’ll see her and attack. Don’t use her as bait."
So the hate ran that deep between beast and centaur: sight alone could trigger bloodshed. I t his stare squarely. "You don’t have to worry. I’ll never put Trill in danger."
The promise did sothing to the room. Trill’s tail snapped up like a flag, and blood rushed to her cheeks; she flushed hard enough that my grin widened. Myrcella watched with a small, amused smile as the scene played out. Lionel laughed out loud—big, approving, almost proud. "Trill picked well," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Calling gold—well, that was an ego boost I’d happily take.
***
That night I took Trill, Myrcella, and Ayane with . The house slled like warm skin and sweat, the kind of scent that clings and tells stories. The four of us settled into sothing private and loud in its own way. Myrcella hunched over first, her movents hungry and practiced. "Fufufufu, it’s been a while, hasn’t it, Leon?" she teased, and her mouth was already working over, licking my cock from base to tip. Trill joined in, their tongues eting over in a choreographed assault that made the room tilt.
Every ti their tongues danced and circled, my mind buzzed—electric, sharp. I let my head fall back and found Ayane’s thighs; they were soft, warm pillows beneath my skull. The contrast between Myrcella’s rough competence and Ayane’s gentleness tightened sothing in in the best possible way. I could feel the hum of the mont—raw, intimate, a dangerous kind of peace.
"Yeah..." I breathed out, voice thick. "Feels so damn good."
Ayane was flushed, little sparks in her cheeks, eyes half-lidded. I called to her, low and steady: "Ayane, co here."
She leaned forward without hesitation and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was gentle at first, then deeper—searching, a slow exploration that grounded . The heat of it spread through my chest, an ember that refused to go out. Around us Myrcella and Trill kept working in rhythm, the sounds of their mouths, the wet pressure and soft moans filling the spaces between breaths.
Right then, it wasn’t just about the sex—though that was a furnace of its own—it was about what we’d started. The plan to bind the Great Forest together, to fortify what we had, felt suddenly less like a distant sche and more like sothing real, stitched together by this exact mont. The operation I’d set into motion had teeth now; these were people who trusted enough to follow through. That made the whole thing taste even sweeter.
I told Myrcella and Trill to stack themselves up—like a crude, trembling tower—and Ayane obeyed, folding herself onto the top with her breasts pressed warm and heavy against Trill’s back. The three of them ford a soft column of flesh that quivered under studio lights, a living confection piled up for .
I stared at that stack of asses the way soone stares at a perfect stack of cakes: hungry, dazed, and wanting to taste every layer. The comparison wasn’t far off—rounded curves, glossy skin, juices catching the light and running in slow, sinful streams. My mouth went dry with wanting; the thought that had been burning under my skin boiled to the surface: I needed to fuck them. All three. Right now. Too bad I didn’t have three dicks—if only. The fantasy of entering them all at once made my breath hitch and my fingers tense.
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