novellhall Chapter 501- Railing Bitches
Chapter 501- Railing Bitches
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"’Aaahn~!! Yes — yes — breed me — MASTER—!!’"
Yuna’s hands had long since lost the bedpost.
Both palms flat on the garden stone, her wide ass tilted up at a angle that left nothing to the imagination, her thick thighs trembling with every impact as Tianlong stood behind her and drove in — full stroke, no mercy, the heavy wet slap of his hips against her ass sending a shockwave up through her flesh that she felt in her jaw.
PAH! PAH! PAAH!
"’Oungh~!! Hnn — HNGH~!! Fill me — don’t stop—!!’"
Her breasts swung beneath her in long, heavy arcs, each thrust sending them forward and snapping them back, the nipples dragging the silk sheet and leaving a dark wet trail.
She was soaked from the inside out and it showed everywhere — on the sheet, down her thighs, on the backs of her calves.
The first catkin woman — Lira, the one who’d won the tournament’s opening bracket — was on her back beside Yuna, one leg hooked over the second catkin’s hip, their pussies pressed together in a wet, grinding cross.
Both of them rocking.
Both of them leaking.
"’Nhh — Sova — Sova don’t stop — right there — ’HNGH~!’"’
Sova, the second catkin, had her tail curled around Lira’s thigh for leverage, her spotted ears flat, her hips rolling in tight circles, grinding their cunts together while both of them watched Tianlong work Yuna.
Their pussies rubbed — labia against labia, slick and swollen, a messy ’squelch’ rising from between them with every roll of their hips.
’Together like two halves of a fruit pressed back to back, juice running everywhere.’
Tianlong glanced at them.
Pulled out of Yuna.
Stepped between the two catkin women.
Lira and Sova barely had time to register the withdrawal before his cock came down between them — not entering either of them, just pressed flat against the join of their grinding pussies, the shaft dragging through both sets of folds simultaneously.
"’HIEKK~!!’" Lira’s back arched off the sheet.
"’Aahnn—!!’" Sova’s claws raked the silk.
PAH!!
He slammed into the tribal woman — Kaia — who had positioned herself on all fours at the end of the bed with the patience of a woman who had won a tournament and was owed.
Her ass was enormous.
Brown, muscled, the kind of ass built from years of war and carrying, and it took his cock the way a fortress gate takes a battering ram — with a sound that rang through the garden.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"’AAANGHH~!! YES — BREED THIS BODY — MASTER — I EARNED—’"
She couldn’t finish.
His hand came down in her braided hair, grabbing the whole rope of it, yanking her head back until her spine curved like a bow, her breasts swinging free beneath her, the nipples so hard they grazed the sheet with every forward rock of her impaled body.
"’Nnh~!! Hnn~!! HNNGH~!!’"
He reached down with his free hand.
Found the base of Lira’s tail.
’Grabbed.’
"’AAAHH—!!’"
The catkin’s body spasmed.
Her tail, caught and held, became a direct line to every nerve she had — Tianlong knew this, had learned it with patience — and as he gripped it and tugged, she convulsed, her pussy gushing hard against Sova’s, the warm flood of her release soaking them both as she screamed at the garden ceiling.
Sova scrambled upright.
Pressed her body against Tianlong’s side.
Her mouth found his jaw, his throat, her small hands spreading over his chest as her tail wrapped around his calf.
"’Please — please — master — it’s my turn—’"
"Hold."
One word.
She held.
He released Kaia’s hair.
Pulled out.
Kaia collapsed forward onto her elbows with a sound between a sob and a laugh, his seed already beginning to leak down the inside of her thigh, her pussy gaping slightly, contracting slowly around nothing.
"’Haaah — haaah — thank you — thank you master—’"
She was still saying it into the sheet when he turned away.
The festival woman had been watching all of this.
Knees to chest.
Arm across breasts.
Eyes too wide.
She had watched Kaia take that cock from behind with her mouth open and said nothing.
She had watched Lira convulse from having her tail grabbed and said nothing.
She had watched Yuna’s thick ass take impact after impact until the woman was trembling and drooling and saying things in a language of pure sound—
And then Tianlong turned.
And his eyes found her.
Her arm tightened across her chest.
"Wait—"
He crossed the bed in two strides.
"’Wait, wait—’"
His hand closed around her nipple.
Not cruel. Not gentle either. Just — decisive, the way you pick up something that belongs to you.
He pulled.
Not hard enough to hurt badly. Hard enough that her body had to follow or lose something.
She followed.
Off the silk and onto her knees, her breasts swinging forward, the pulled nipple drawing a red line of sensation from her chest down to somewhere significantly lower.
"’Nhh — that — that hurts—’"
Sova was behind her.
She hadn’t noticed.
The catkin’s arms wrapped around from behind, both small hands filling with the festival woman’s breasts, squeezing up from beneath, lifting their weight as Sova pressed her own chest against the woman’s back and purred — low, vibrating, the sound going directly into the festival woman’s spine.
"’Wh—who—’"
She didn’t finish.
Tianlong’s cock was at her lips.
Not forced. Just — presented. Close enough that she could feel the heat of it on her mouth, could smell herself on him, could see the shine of multiple women on his shaft.
He said nothing.
He just looked at her.
She opened her mouth.
She wasn’t sure when she decided to.
Her lips closed around the head and Sova squeezed her breasts from behind and her own moan came out around his cock as a hum that she felt in her cheekbones.
"’Mmnh~—’"
Sova’s thumbs found her nipples.
Rolled them.
Milk beaded instantly — her body still hadn’t stopped, apparently would not stop for some time — and Sova made a hungry sound and bent down, mouth closing over one leaking nipple from the side, sucking hard while her hands kept working the other.
The festival woman’s eyes crossed.
Her mouth went deeper on his cock without deciding to.
Her throat opened on instinct.
’’What is — how is — why does—’’
Every thought dissolved in sensation. Sova’s mouth pulling milk from her breast while her own mouth was full of him — two directions at once, her body giving and taking simultaneously, the lines of it blurring into just — ’heat. Pull. Fullness.’
He pulled back.
Pulled his cock free from her mouth with a sound — ’pop’ — that echoed.
She gasped.
Her tongue was still out.
He moved behind her.
She felt it before she understood it — his hand on the back of her neck, pressing her forward, down, her palms hitting the sheet, her ass raised, Sova still at her side with a mouth full of her milk—
"’Wait—’" She felt it. The angle. The pressure. Not where it should be. "’Wait — that’s — no, that’s the wrong hole again — wait wait WAIT—’"
PAAH!!!
"’AAANGHH—!!!’"
She screamed into the silk.
Both fists grabbed the sheet.
Her anal walls parted around him the way they had before, the same tearing give, the same breathtaking brutal stretch — but this time she was on all fours, this time Sova was still suckling her breast, this time Lira had crawled beneath her and was looking up at her with amber catkin eyes and a tongue already extended—
Lira’s tongue found her clit.
At the same time Tianlong seated himself fully inside her ass.
"’HNNGH—!! AAHH — AAAHH — TOO — TOO MUCH—’"
Her elbows gave. Her face hit the sheet. Her hips stayed up — Tianlong’s hands ensured that — her ass presented, his cock buried in it, Lira’s mouth working her clit from below, Sova’s lips pulling milk from her left breast.
Three points of sensation.
Her mind simply — ceased.
PAH PAH PAH!
"’Nnh—!! Mnh—!! HNGH~!!’"