Chapter 1019 1018: Morning In Khisba*

Chapter 1019 Chapter 1018: Morning In Khisba*

That night was a wild one for us both, and the longer Anput and I went at it, the more I realized I really wasn't cut out for being the 'giver' in this relationship; Anput was just far too aggressive and demanding of a lover for me to keep up, and while I pride myself somewhat on having quite the reserve of stamina, she drained it all from me... Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

It got to the point that she was grinning down at me and poking fun of me as I stuffed her with yet another creampie before jeering at me that I was begging her to give me even just a moment to rest, which only turned this into a certain kind of night as I was yet again returned to my 'rightful' position.

The moon had long since risen and night had shrouded the desert by the time that we finally fell asleep, and it was then that I realized I was going to need to be content having Kat cater to my cock's needs, because if I ever tried to take Anput again like I did tonight...

Though maybe I enjoyed this more than I realized, since that sleep with her draped across my chest using my breasts as pillows was really satisfying and fulfilling, and by the time the sun had risen, I was feeling refreshed and reenergized, which... was made evidently clear if someone were to come in and look at us.

And since Anput was still asleep... I couldn't help myself as I smirked, an idea flitting into my head and making my erection throb painfully as I decided to take care of it in the only way that would make sense for this moment in time, and one I would likely get very rarely going forwards.

Gently and carefully putting Anput onto a pillow beside me, I laid her down and admired her sleeping figure before rolling onto her back, my hands gliding over her muscular back as I began to gently massage her, making the Jackalkin moan softly as she relaxed even more, unaware of her shifted sleeping position.

Her firm muscles were wonderful beneath my hands, but what I really loved was how springy and soft her butt was, and as I wiggled backwards to sit on her thighs, I began to play with her cheeks as gently as I could, spreading them apart and squeezing them to my hearts content.

I already understood why both Jahi and Anput loved playing with Kat and I like this, since I myself played with Kat like this too, but now I understood why Jahi always said it was special with Anput compared to the two of us.

Kat and I both had thick, soft bottoms that were excellent for partaking in sex of any kind, and Jahi told us often how she loved lining us both up to enjoy the clapping that came from pounding us one after the other, but Anput was the only one out of all four of us that wasn't curvy like that.

Jahi had curves, and Kat and I were well endowed women, but Anput was lithe and tightly wound up like a rope, which made this all the more unique for us as we got to experience her different body type, and that only made this all the more special as I slapped my cock against her cheeks.

The fluffy tail was another part of this that I loved so much, though where Kat's was more 'broom-ish' in how it splayed out everywhere, Anput's was shorter furred and more compact, just like the rest of her body was, but that was still fluffy.

Anput moaned again as I rubbed against her butt, my cock twitching as my body told me to get to it, which only made it all the more delectable when I stroked her tail and made her shiver, the Jackalkin arching her back somewhat and lifting her hips.

That was all I needed to see as I grabbed my cock and pressed it against her pussy, the sperm from last night still dripping out of her and making it an easy slip in as I resumed where we had left off, the 'bad memories' of being drained completely leaving my mind now that I had some more cum inside my balls again.

Being alone was something that I severely hated since it let the memories of my past slowly return, and while I was grateful the voices inside those memories began to block out the moans around me, I groaned as I realized whom the voices belonged to.

My 'Mistress' was whispering to me, and the memories of my youth came flooding back, unwanted yet demanding my attention.

Would they ever realize how lucky they were that this was their youth, and that the worst things they had to deal with was simply the boredom that came from traveling?

My age was undoubtedly showing as I realized that all of my children were completely opposite to me; I had a chip on my shoulder that went deeper than most ravines, and yet they were born into platinum plates laden with the tastiest meats and richest wines waiting for their consumption.

The tribulations I went through... they would never need to deal with, because there was no one in this country who could stand against me, so unless they willingly wanted to call someone 'Master' or 'Mistress', they would never experience the things I had.

I was barely able to keep myself from getting angry as the whispers grew stronger, the nights I had spent being something I wasn't causing my heart to beat quicker than it would in any battle; those nights spent reluctantly accepting the whims of a futanari who cared not about what I thought and was trying her damndest to break me fueled me with a rage that no one else could ever force upon me.

Of course, those whispers of superiority and amused lust as she used me for herself gradually faded, and I groaned again - this time in lust as I tore away my clothing, all of it - and began to do something I hadn't in a long, long time.

Pleasure myself, unable to hold it back as I heard the sweet, succulent pleading of my Mistress when I had finally broken free; the way she writhed below me as I took her over and over again, the thrill that coursed through my veins when I chained her up and kept her as my trophy, my symbol of all I had accomplished.

The way she whimpered and pleaded for it to stop during the act always got me going, but it was tempered by the lucidity she showed when we weren't rutting; she told me she expected me to eventually break free, that while she had hoped she could one day impregnate me and break my mind to be nothing more than her personal breeder, she knew that if I ever broke my chains...

She would be the one being bred, and that she had accepted that each time she snuck into my quarters and used her strength and magics to force me to do what she wanted, she was guaranteeing her future to be a bleak one.

Even still, the highs I felt each time I made her scream for mercy... even now, I don't think Kio has ever made me feel anything similar, not on a regular basis anyways, and that was fine...

Something like this was far too addictive to have regularly, but... as I laid in my room, draped in darkness, I willingly let those whispers tickle my fancy as I ran my fingers up and down my cock and recalled the days I had made my former Mistress into my bitch.

I listened to the whispers until they faded with the rising sun.