Her whorish moans echo throughout the shelter but I can hear our audience making conversation.

“W-what is she doing to her?” Lanston questions. His heart is fluttering like a bird taking flight.

Sebas scoffs but it lacks his usual scorn. “If you ever left your room, you’d know.”

“Do you know?”

The royal idiot is quiet for a moment. “Of course I know. She’s using her fingers down there. That’s how women please each other because they don’t have a man’s tool.”

“Then why is her head moving?”

“Uh…”

Arthur laughs from outside the shelter. “Sounds like captain’s slopping up a wet clam, bwahahaha!”

“Her tongue?” Cecile says softly, almost muttering to herself.

“Isn’t that, ah, unsanitary?” Robert asks cautiously.

“Haha, do you think you can fuck clean, idiot? Of course they’re getting dirty! That’s part of the fun!”

“But—”

Mr. Talented is cut off as Orphelia climaxes, moaning long and low as her body arcs toward me. Her walls clamp around my tongue like a vice but I’m strong enough to continue snaking inside her, drawing out every moment of pleasure until she collapses like a limp noodle.

I crouch over her, letting my tongue loll from my mouth. Her eyes, heavily lidded as she basks in the afterglow, widen a little as she sees it drop past my chin, no doubt remembering what it felt like inside of her. But the show isn’t just for her.

“Saints, is that even a human’s tongue?” Sebas curses. “How does all that fit in her mouth?!”

“How did all that fit in her?” Cecile mutters. Oi, do you even realize you’re talking out loud?

From the corner of my eye, I see William open his mouth and probe his own tongue with two fingers, sticking it out to compare length with mine.

An animalistic growl draws my attention a moment before Cloud lunges at me, tossing aside the blanket. She must have stripped while I was absorbed with Orphelia. Her modest chest bounces enticingly as I let her wrestle me onto my back. This girl has no subtly, climbing up my body and putting her knees on either side of my face. She drops her pussy over my mouth without so much as a kiss hello.

“Eat,” she growls, already humping my face. I huff underneath her but oblige, going to work. She hisses as I push inside her and rides my tongue as I lick at her walls and twist my tongue in ways only I can. Her hands slap the ground as she braces herself and she thrusts her hips harder, panting like she’s sprinting under a hot sun.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

Guess they’re all out of commentary. Cloud isn’t the only one breathing hard and hearts are pounding as she whines in pleasure. Her thrusting grows erratic as her pussy twitches around me, telling me she’s close. I grab her waist, holding her in place as I redouble my effort. Stretching my tongue as far as I can, I bend it, forming an arc with the muscle that rubs against her clit each time I move.

The exact opposite of Orphelia, Cloud tilts her head back and howls as she peaks. Her cum sprays over the lower half of my face and I lap it up. Mm. Never get tired of this.

She certainly has a monster’s stamina. Her hips never stop moving and I follow her pace, chasing her to a second orgasm. Then a third.

Finally slows down after the fourth. She slides down my body, shoving my nose between her boobs as a low rumble comes from her chest. I chuckle. Didn’t take her for the type to cuddle. And is she purring?

It takes effort to pull myself away. Cloud whines like a sad puppy. Licks the side of my face like one too. I shush her. “Don’t worry. We’re not done yet.”

It only takes a bit of urging for her to understand what I want and she quickly gets on her hands and knees in front of me. My ‘gift’ has been erect for a while now, aching to be used. Seeing her hand open her lower lips and her thighs dripping with her juices, it twitches in excitement.

“I thought I was fucking imagining things,” Sebas grinds out. “This woman is a saints damned pervert. Fuck! I’m not watching this.” He stomps out of the shelter.

“How…” Robert’s voice is full of confusion. “What…but…”

William sighs heavily. “She’s bigger than me there too,” he mutters.

Cecile doesn’t comment and I think it’s because she can’t catch her breath. She sounds very…breathy. I don’t have to look over to know she’s staring with the intensity of a thief admiring the jewels in the king’s crown.

“Wait? What’s happening?” Arthur asks.

“That crazy woman has a fucking cock,” Sebas sneers.

“Ah? What are you talking about?”

“You heard me, you oaf. She’s has a cock. A dick. A tool. A third leg. A sword sheathed between her legs.”

“Sharks on sand. She’s crazier than I thought.”

“At least it makes sense why that guide left you. She isn’t missing out on anything. Saints, I feel nauseous.”

“Not missing out, eh? Which one of us is bigger?”

“Wha—put that fucking thing away, you saints damned pervert!”

“Just look at it and tell me!”

“I’m not about to compare two dicks!”

“Come on! Don’t you understand? This is about a man’s pride!”

I chuckle at the idiots outside and put them out of my mind as I focus on Cloud. I know she likes to get right to it but she’s not as energetic now. She can do nothing but whine as I slide my gift between her thighs, teasing her.

On her back, following the arc of her spine, is a line of short dark…fur? I run my fingers through it. Wow, that’s soft. More than that, I like the way she shudders. I think back to that hulking beast she wrestled on the day I first met her. Hopefully, she doesn’t try to be too much like that behemoth but imaging her with its furry ears, tasteful additions of its fur, and a wagging tail…

That’s not bad.

“Good dog,” I say as I stroke her back and continue teasing her with my ‘gift’. “Only good puppies get a bone. Do you want to be a good puppy?”

She groans, looking over her shoulder with a soft gaze. She whines deep in her throat, sounding pitiful. My cock twitches. “Bark, puppy.”

I chuckle as she actually does it. If I wasn’t looking at her, there’s no way I could tell it came from a person’s throat.

“Beg.”

The whining increasing in volume before she says, “Please~”. Saints, that tone can rival Geneva’s begging.

“Good puppies get a treat.”

I lean over her ass as I line my ‘gift’ up to her entrance. Hearing a shaky exhale, my gaze jumps up, finding a pair of blue eyes watching me from beneath a blanket. It takes incredible effort to control my expression as I hear the shifting of cloth as Alana pushes a hand down her pants. Her blanket moves the tiniest fraction as her fingers move.

I tear my gaze away, not wanting to give her away, but my heart is pounding in my chest. The others’ eyes on me didn’t do anything but knowing the woman I’m pursuing is watching me fuck another woman has my face flushed with excitement. I thrust forward with more strength than I intended, burying myself to the base.

I expected her to howl but Cloud is quiet. My hand grabs her hair, turning her head so I can see her face. Her mouth is dropped open and her eyes are wide, a wet film over them. The softest whimpers escape her as she stares at me with…something I can’t quite recognize. It’s close to admiration but it’s hard to tell with her features going slack.

Snorting in amusement, I drop her head and my hand grasps the back of her neck. My other hand grabs her waist as I slowly pull back, smiling evilly as I watch her legs shake, before thrusting back into her. Again and again, picking up my pace until I’m railing into her.

The shelter is dead silent besides us, her panting whines and my moans barely louder than the sound of our waists slapping together. I fuck her through her first climax. She loses strength after mine, upper body dropping toward the ground as she buries her face in her arms. After her third orgasm, I have to wrap my arms over her waist to hold her up.

[I think that’s enough, my summoner, lest you want your new pet to expire.]

Geneva’s voice pulls me out of the haze of sex. Cloud is a mewling mess beneath me. I exhale, controlling my lust as I pull out of her. The sound of my cum splattering to the ground shakes my restraint but I hold back with several deep breaths, standing up and taking a large step away from her. Mm, we made a bit of a mess. I burn the image of Cloud lying in a small puddle of my cum into my mind. I have a sudden urge to take up painting so I can remember this moment forever.

“How is she still hard?” William mutters. At this point, he sounds completely defeated. Not the man I intended to do mental damage to but every battle has its casualties. The others remain silent but I can feel several gazes on my body. Including a pair of clear blue eyes.

I smirk at the horny future saint before reaching for Cloud, slipping one arm under her legs and the other around her back. Her head lolls against my shoulder where she weakly licks me. She really is like an affectionate dog.

“If anyone needs us, we’ll be at the waterhole,” I announce as I leave the shelter. The others hug the walls as I pass.

When I step outside, Arthur and Sebas look toward me. The royal idiot looks away quickly but Arthur’s eyes go to my waist. Similarly, I take a quick glance at his own tool. Bastard was getting off listening to us, wasn’t he? Ugh. At least it was out of my sight.

More importantly, I win.

“Fuck,” he curses but he’s wearing a smile. “Heh. You definitely deserve to be the captain.”

“And don’t forget it.”

He laughs uproariously as I walk off. Time for a bath.