A man named Marcus: Done it now

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I felt myself being stirred awake in the middle of the night, the moon light peaking in through my window. There was a weight on my legs, moving and fidgeting around on top of me as well as something fuzzy brushing against my ankles. I had to blink away my grogginess and force my mind to wake up until my senses clicked with me. There was a hand pressed on my chest and another holding on to my already hard member, two glowing eyes glaring at me through the darkness.

“M-Moriko?” I stuttered, not having grasped the entire situation yet.

“Shhh.” She whispered, her tail now standing on end. “Don't worry, I'm just having a little fun.”

I looked down to spot the moon light glow against the pale skin of her leg, noticing right away that she wasn't wearing any kind of pants. But before I could utter another word, she began to stroke my shaft so lightly I could barely feel her skin against mine. Her tail began to wag furiously and her eyes peered closer before lowering her already wet folds around my cock.

I tried to sit up, only for Moriko to press both her hands against my chest and push me back against the bed.

“Don't ruin this for me...” She moaned, using her knees to slide me in and out of her. “Just give me a little bit of time...”

I took a deep breath and eased up, watching as the Danuki pulled her top off and drop it off the side of the bed. She reached for my wrist, wrapping both hands around it and pulling my hand towards her body.

“Its been awhile, hasn't it?” She whispered, pressing my fingers against her stomach. “I still feel good, right?”

Moriko guided my hand across her body, resting my palm against her small breast. She gasped and pushed against my fingers with her other hand to massage and knead her mound.

“What the hell's gotten into you?” I asked, unsure of what else to do.

She ignored my question and continued to have her way, her whispers and coos turning into moans and yelps with every movement of her hips. Finally she let go of my hand and fell forwards on top of me, holding herself up with her arms. Her face was bright red and her eyes seemed unfocused and hazy.

“I still wish you didn't catch me cheating at dice...” She admitted, her lips inches away from mine. “That way I could have had you all to myself.”

Moriko's ears fluttered on her head, her tail brushing madly against my legs while she rode me. Before I could say another word, she kissed the side of my lips and finally pressed hers fully against mine, slipping her tongue in between my lips and exploring my mouth.

I finally gave in, cupping her shapely ass in each hand and gasping it firmly. She squeaked but refused to remove her lips from mine. I stayed one step in front of her, using my hands to force her to move faster every time she tried to pick up the pace on her own. It became too much for her and she finally relinquished her lock on my mouth, wrapping her arms under mine and yelling out with every thrust.

I could feel my own self control fade away as it became too much. My frantic breath brushed against her shoulder. Moriko was completely lost in it all, repeating the word “Please...” over and over into my ear, her pussy hugging every ridge of my member until I finally released shot after shot inside her.

Moriko stopped herself from wailing, biting down on the bed sheet under me and pulling against it with her front teeth until I emptied myself inside her. She was panting exasperatedly, finding the moment in between breaths to plant kiss after kiss against my cheeks and lips. Her hand rubbed down against my chest slowly before her head just plopped against me, her ear twitching once before the room filled with the sounds of her soft little snores.

“Moriko?” I asked, nudging her gently while trying to keep myself awake. “What the hell was that?”

She didn't answer and instead continued to sleep, her tail and ears motionless. I laid back against the bed with a shrug, rubbing my fingers against my eyes before going back to sleep.

I lied still for the rest of the night until the sun beamed against my face. My face scrunched and I forced myself awake once more. Moriko was still lying on my chest, one arm hanging off to the side with the other resting on my chest as well.

“Moriko.” I shook her. “Hey, wakey wakey.”

Her ears stood up, taking in a deep breath and stretching out her arms like some sort of over sized cat. Her tail began to swish back and forth like it usually did and her eyes opened slowly, looking up at me with her head tilted.

“Good morning.” She said with a smile, sitting up on top of my chest. “Did you sleep well?”

“Kind of.” I told her. “You know you're naked, right?”

“Oh?” Moriko looked down at herself, her eyes still only half open. “Well, better not let it go to waste then~.”

Moriko scooted back on to my legs, pulling my pants down again for a second time and taking my dick in her hand. I flinched as her tongue pressed against the base and dragged all the way to the gland at the top before swallowing it in her mouth.

“H-hey! Hey! Hey!” I cried, pushing her off my member. “What the hell's gotten into you!?”

“Whaaaaat!?” She pouted, resting her cheek in her hand and staring at me impatiently.

“You've never been so...Frisky...” I said. “I think you need to calm down.”

“I don't want to calm down!” Moriko continued to pout. “I want you!”

Moriko crawled up the bed until she sat on my stomach again, leaning forward and locking my lips with hers with a long, quiet moan. She giggled when she pulled away, trailing her finger in a circle against my pectoral.

“So how about you and I just spend all day here, hm?”

“As tempting as that sounds.” I gulped. “There are things I need to do today.”

Reluctantly, I pushed her to the side and stood up from the bed, only for Moriko to grab on to my pyjama sleeve.

“No! Come on, just stay here!” She begged. “I promise it'll be fun!”

“Moriko, seriously, you're starting to weird me out.” I told her, pulling my sleeve away. “Show some self control!”

“Fine!” She pouted like a child, sitting in the bed with her arms crossed. “But you'll be back for more! You'll see!”

I decided the best course of action was to change in the wash room, Moriko staring me down like a piece of meat as I gathered some clothing and left the bedroom. I gave her a quick glance on the way out as she slowly licked her lips and watched me with sultry eyes.

I made breakfast quick and shoved a bun down my gullet before washing it down with a quick drink of water. With everything prepared, I marched towards the door, only to spot Moriko standing at the stairs. She was wearing some of my clothes, one of my spare sweaters and pyjama pants that did not fit her at all and hug from her shoulders. She winked when we made eye contact, but I did my best to ignore it until I was outside.

“Jesus Christ...” I groaned to myself, wiping my face with both my hands and biting down against my thumb. “Be strong, Marcus...”

With a deep, long breath, I walked down the hill and turned right towards town.
-
Mirilla could barely remember what it was like to live in the Elven sanctuary she grew up in. Homes and establishments built into the trees themselves by manipulating their ancient bark through the use of magic. Elves were secular, and only the Eldar themselves and their husbands lived in their civilizations of nature and arcane.

But that was so long ago for her, leaving her childhood home behind in search of adventure and a life to call her own. But it was forty five years ago when she met the two individuals that changed her life, and the one that dictated the course of her future.

Her home now sat within the Imperial palace of Vellond, a home built especially for her by order of the mighty emperor himself. It was on the east wing of the palace, a condo of sorts built with comfort in mind. It had everything your average home would need, kitchen, bed room, bathroom, living space, closets, thirteen rooms in all, a home that was large and elegant enough to make even the most posh of nobles blush.

This is where Mirilla spent most of her days when not marching to war. She rarely went out into the city or joined the legions in the training fields some miles away. This place calmed her, made her feel safe, away from her own worries and emotions, where she could just read or bathe or sleep till her hearts content.

But today was different, today something bothered her, a twinge in her heart she tried to extinguish long ago, but it is said that Elves feel emotions stronger than any other race, and they simply choose to hide it. Today, Mirilla remembers the sweet man Tiberius Crom once was.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang on her door. Mirilla was too lost in her own thoughts and day dreams or else she would have heard her visitor coming from a mile away. With a knock like that it could either be an angry visitor or Tiberius attempting to knock without snapping the door from its hinges. She wasted no time opening the door to find the latter standing before her.

“My Emperor!” She greeted with a salute. “You needn’t knock in your own palace!”

“This is your home, Mirilla. I would not dishonour it by simply barging in.” Crom stated. “May I come in?”

“Of course!” Mirilla stood aside, granting the giant Emperor passage into her home.

Like every other door or gate in the palace, Mirilla's was designed especially so the giant form of Tiberius Crom could step inside. It was said by many that it made them feel “Like children in the presence of an adult.”

“Why have you humbled my home with such a visit, my Emperor?” Mirilla asked, closing the door as soon as Crom entered.

“Mirilla...” his voice shook her to her very soul, that strange accent was still prevalent even now that was so deep and booming. “Emperor or not, you are still my friend. Please drop the formalities.”

“Right...” She sighed, trying to look into his eyes, only to see the darkness that damn helmet portrayed. “Forgive me.”

She hadn't seen his face in many years, not since she found him again after the separation. She didn't recognize him, how could she? When they met, he was a head shorter than Mirilla, who herself wasn't so tall to begin with. Now he towered over her like a colossus come alive. It would take a person of her height with another standing on their shoulders to match his.

“Please, have a seat.” She offered, unthinkingly.

Tiberius looked around, seeing only chairs and seats meant for someone of average size. But when Mirilla noticed, Tiberius found a seat at the end of the flustered elf's bed before she could correct herself.

“So...” Mirilla kicked about. “What brings you to my abode?”

“I hear from officers and the other generals that you haven't been seen outside of your home.” Tiberius explained. “Are you alright? You aren't ill, are you?”

Crom wasn't known as a tyrant anywhere outside of Church propaganda. It is believed by many of the faithful that he enacts laws such as forced breeding between men and monsters and the likes. Though he seems cold and callous, especially to the people he's about to kill, to his own people he's rather gentle even for the most benevolent of rulers in the east.  But he always keeps his distance, he never reveals himself as too human.

But sometimes, once in awhile, his original personality shows itself, how he used to panic about every little scratch and bruise Mirilla and...Her would receive. Lecturing them about safety and care. These were the moments Mirilla looked forward to the most.

“I'm fine.” She told him. “I'm just...Not up to walking about the training fields and the city, is all.”

“I know you, Mirilla.” Said Tiberius. “And I know that something is wrong.”

Mirilla gulped, the cold in her heart becoming almost unbearable, like she wanted to cry and let it all out. But she remained strong, brushing her hair in between her fingers and walking past Tiberius to her bed side drawer.

The top drawer opened slowly, her hand hovering over the contents inside, unsure if she should expose him to it. But Tiberius wouldn't give up until he got an answer he was satisfied with, and found the courage to bring to bare an old painting. It was worn and old, a picture of a familiar elf, a little man, and a minotaur smiling for a Leanan Sidhe painter who was trying to make it in the human world.

“I still have this after all these years...” She whispered, sighing and bringing the painting to Crom's attention.

Hesitantly, he took it from her hands between his finger and thumb, staring at it without as much as a word.

“I...I know you don't like to talk about it.” Mirilla admitted. “But it still weighs on my heart.”

“Its alright...” Crom permitted.

“We were so happy back then, weren't we?” Mirilla asked, her vision becoming hazy with tears. “You and Liliana and I.”

She wiped her tears against her palm, stifling her sniffles before continuing, opening up to Crom like this, it was like therapy to her.

“I remember that night when she was so mad at you.” Mirilla laughed. “Marched off into your room ready to give you a piece of her mind, and then the next day you were both holding hands, like a couple...”

She turned her vision to Tiberius, still staring at the painting between his finger and thumb. “Do you miss her?”

“...Every day.”

Those words broke Mirilla's heart, fighting back every urge to break into a sobbing mess.

“The Pharaoh has taken interest in you...”

“She has.”

“Aren't you frightened?” Mirilla sat down on the bed beside him. “This isn't some ambitious dragon or self confident Oni... Her powers can change men and monsters alike! You could become her slave if she desires!”

“I don't feel fear, not anymore.” Tiberius stated bluntly.

“Tiber-” Mirilla stopped herself from uttering the name. “Wilhelm!”

Tiberius twitched, it was a small one that no ordinary person would notice. Mirilla wiped her tears away again and brought up a stiff lip, stomping over to her Emperor until she stood right in front of him. He was still staring at the painting, stiff and motionless.

With a deep breath, she took one last step forward and reached for his helmet. Tiberius brought up a hand to stop her but she countered by placing her palm against his, the tips of her fingers touching the bases of his. He stopped himself and retracted his hand, looking away from the painting and to her.

Mirilla was hesitant, she didn't know what to expect when the helmet came off. So many of the rumours coursed through her mind as she lifted it, time slowing to a stand still. Was he disfigured? Was he mutated? Did whatever happen to him actually turn him into some kind of monster?

The helmet came off to reveal...A man. His face wider and more scarred than most, but a man none the less. His hair was short and black, different to the brown and curly hair of the man from the painting. His matching beard was scruffy and unkempt, and most of his face was covered in scars from stabs or cuts.

Mirilla let out a deep sigh of relief, expecting something horrific rather than what she got. She placed the helmet against the bed and cupped his cheeks in her hands, only know noticing the single tear drop rolling down from his left eye.

“Oh, Wilhelm...” She sobbed, looking away and shaking her head. “You deserve better than this, much better...”

“It isn't about me anymore.” Said Tiberius, wrapping his much larger hands around her wrists.

“Forty two years without her.” Mirilla continued. “You should be happy...You shouldn't be like this...What happened to you?”

“I made a decision.” He explained. “And with that decision came a duty. Every piece of land we take, every time we drive the church and the Demon Lord back is another place where people can be free from this damnable war...And if I have to endure to make that future a reality, then I shall...”

Mirilla didn't say a word, merely looking into his eyes, her hands still cupped against his cheeks. She didn't think about it, without contemplate she leaned forward and kissed Tiberius on his lips. He didn't respond, didn't kiss back or push her away and simply let her do what she felt was right.

“I'm sorry...” She whispered when her lips parted from his.

“You did nothing wrong...”

Tiberius placed the helmet back on his head and once again “Wilhelm” was gone, replaced by the Butcher that the faithful rightfully fear.

“It is good to hear that you aren't ill.” He told her, making his way to the door. “By try and get out more...”

“I will...” She said to him, sitting down on her bed.

He opened the door himself and stepped back into the palace halls, turning back to Mirilla once again. “Take care of yourself...”

The door closed and Mirilla sat in silence, wiping her tears away and looking out the window.

“All you have to do is let go...” She said to herself. “Anyone can let go...Isn't that what you always said, Liliana?”
-
All bush league shit. Nothing much for mercenary work in town so soon after the fortifications were lifted, at least no hard work. Still, yard work and looking for lost pets is a nice change of pace from retrieving stolen property or running out a few local bandits or monsters. And I still made a pretty penny to boot.

That being said, no leads on that damn jewel Crom sent me out to find are popping up, I'll put it to the back of my mind for now, and go back to worrying about the matter at hand. Like how Moriko can't seem to keep her hand off my junk. I know that she's a monster and all, but even then most of them have lives outside of just looking for men all of the time. Maybe I can talk to her about it.

At least, that's what I hoped the plan was until I heard shouting coming from my house. I put my bag of coins into my pocket and rushed up the hill, expecting the worst.

“Moriko!?” I called out as I slammed the door open, my eyes widening in horror at the sight before me.

Three monsters stood in a triangle and argued with one another, baring their teeth and flaring their eyes in a way that would frighten even the most hardened of warriors. I stood silent as a Sphinx's tail stood on end as she hissed, a Werewolf's teeth bare while she growled and barked, and a Danuki's ears twitching with her fists up like she's ready for a boxing match. I stood in unbearable horror while the door creaked closed behind me.

They're attentions quickly turned to me, the glares sending the hairs on the back of my neck on end while I jumped like a scared little girl.

“Who's she!?” They all demanded at once, pointing finger and claws at one another.

I opened my mouth to speak, only for the sound of a door knocking to start behind me. I turned around to answer it as slowly as I could, hoping it was somehow Wolfgang to save the day or some assassin I may or may not have pissed off to relieve me of this situation. Instead stood a Wererat, her arms crossed and blush on her face, she looked off to the side.

“Hey look, I'm sorry for almost turning you into a zombie and was wondering that maybe we could tal-” Her eyes darted up to the other three monsters inside the house, pointing to them with her stubby fingers. “Who are they?”

“Who's she!?” The others shouted, pointing at the new arrival.

My eyes darted from the four, from Mouse, to Lupa, to Cleo, to Moriko, each one of them silent and awaiting an answer, though out of all of them Mouse was at least confused rather than angry. I opened my mouth to speak again only to close it a second later, I didn't blink, I didn't breath, I just stood there until the answer finally came to me.

“Nu-uh...” I said bluntly, turning around and squeezing past Mouse before going full sprint down the hill and into town.

Wolfgang was already finishing his patrols when I spotted him, spooking the old man as I skid to a halt in front of him, not even finding the courage to calm down and catch my breath.

“How many unsolved crimes have their been in the past twenty years?” I asked.

“Uh.” He looked at me with a crooked brow. “Probably a few dozen, why?”

“I committed all of them. They were all me, I am the culprit, lock me up forever, throw away the key, become the hero Bouceroc deserves and rid them of my villainy!”

Wolfgang sighed and leaned against the lamp post. “Alright, what's going on?”

“Four monsters.” I pointed in the direction of my home. “In my house. They all know me, they're all mad. Save me from myself.”

“Oh.” Wolfgang stated, looking up at the full moon in the dusk painted sky. “Oh no...”

“What oh no? What do you mean “Oh no”? This is goes far beyond oh no!”

“You realize its full moon tonight, right?” He asked.

“How will that stop my untimely and miserable death?”

“It won't, but...” He cringed. “Monsters kind of...Get...How would you say it...Emotional, at full moon.”

“Okay, that's bad.” I said, tilting my head to the side. “How emotional are we talking here?”

“You've been sheltering that Danuki, correct?” He asked. “She's probably been rather...Frisky, right?”

“Rather is putting it lightly...Wait, that's all because of the moon? How does that work?”

“Don't ask me, all I know is that Penelope is at home right now planning something for the night, and I don't think I'm ready.”

“You have one to deal with.” I jabbed my finger against his breastplate. “I have four! What do I do?”

Wolfgang took my finger in between his finger and thumb and pulled it aside. “You do nothing but take it like a man and hope they don't eat you alive for your apparent betrayal...”

“Oh man.” I crouched down and put my hands over my head. “I am a whore, and now the gods are punishing me for it...”

Wolfgang hesitantly patted me twice on the shoulder. “There...There...”

I sighed and stood up. “May as well face the music...Good luck tonight, Wolfgang...”

“You need luck more than I do.”

I walked off with my hands in my pocket, walking through the market place while the vendors were closing shop. Thought I would browse the wears one last time before I die. I noticed one vendor wasn't completely stored away yet, and noticed he was selling something I had always wanted but could never get my hands on.

“Hey, buddy?” I called out. “Can I take that hammock off your hands?”

Thirty coin later and I was walking back to my place with a hammock under my arm. I may never get to use it, but at least I could say I bought one. I put it down beside my door and sighed, opening it slowly and stepping towards my doom.

I opened the door to find Lupa, Moriko, Cleo, and Mouse sitting from left to right in that order on my couches and arm chair, the three of them with red faces and crossed arms while Mouse looked more confused than anything.

“Oh good.” I mourned. “You joined forces.”

I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. None of them said a thing, much to my fear, at least I'd know exactly where I stood if they yelled. Now I stood in the centre of the room between the couches and chair, like a criminal on trial for the most heinous of crimes.

“Look.” I sighed, rubbing my eyes with my fingers and thumb. “I'm sorry, alright? I didn't know exactly where I stood with all of you.”

They still sat in silence.

“A year ago I didn't even know what a monster was, most of my info came from priests way back west. I was being stupid, I thought what was going on were casual, I didn't know relationships with monsters could be had outside of being tied up in someones dungeon.”

I cringed, not knowing what the right words would be, until I finally settled on an apology. “I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I'm sorry...”

The room remained quiet, the four looking at each other with an uneasy expression.

“Why don't we just share?”

Every eye in the room turned to Mouse, who shrugged and continued.

“When I found Marcus I shared him with a bunch of my friend.”

“You tied me down to my bed...”

“Regardless!” Mouse raised one of her fingers.

“What do you mean “Share?” Moriko asked.

“Well c'mon. You all have the same idea. It may just be the moon doing all the talking but you all showed up at around the same time to woo Marcus over here, probably hoping that he'd let you move in.” She explained, the rest of the girls faces going even redder.

“Then you could sleep in his bed with him and cuddle and make breakfast and have a happy little life away from it all, right?”

The room went quiet again.

“Its a big house.” She went on to explain. “There are rooms here that are completely empty. Means none of us can get the other hand trying to win him over.”

“All of us in the same house?” Asked Lupa, unsure of it all. “Won't that get violent?”

“Oh hush, we're all adults aren't we?”

“Don't I get a say in this?” I asked.

“Not unless you want this place to turn into a crime scene, no.”

I gulped and stood back, letting the girls come to their own decision, until the mood was broken by the unsettling sound of giggling.

“Nyahehehehe.” Cleo was quiet the entire conversation until now, brandishing a terrifying and toothy grin on her face.

“Oh girls~.” She hummed, standing up from the arm chair, her tail swishing menacingly behind her. “I think the little mouse has a good idea.”

She lifted a claw and a few seconds later a large purple orb appeared at the end. The others jumped collectively, immediately understanding what it was.

“Who's wants to play a game?” Cleo asked, her eyes now focused on me.

“I don't like this game...” Lupa whimpered, her tail between her legs and her ears low.

Everyone was visibly shaking, looking at one another like they were being held at gun point.

“Marcus...” Cleo started, closing the distance on me until our chests were pressed together. “When's my birthday?”

“Y-...You never told me your birthday.” I admitted. “That's not even a riddle!”

“Whens. My. Birthday?”

“This really isn't cool, Cleo.” I gulped, bringing up my hands in some vein attempt to defend myself.

“So you don't know?” She purred. “Awww, that's too bad.”

In a flash of light, the orb split apart, a small bit smashing into each of us and sending us to the ground. The last little spark sunk into Cleo's finger and soon she joined us on the floor, having targeted the spell at herself as well. I struggled to maintain my composure, unbearably hot under my clothing and stiff as a board. The girls weren't fearing better themselves, writhing on the ground in distress with their hands between their legs.

Cleo seemed to be taking it better than everyone else, though. Maintaining that feline smirk on her face as she crawled around the room like a predator on the prowl. She looked over her shoulder back at me, her tail wagging back and forth.

“Its full moon tonight, Marcus.” She taunted. “I hope you don't plan on leaving us uncared for, especially with the mummy's curse in our bodies.”

“This really isn't fair...” I managed to say, pulling myself up to my knees. “Cleo, what the hell?”

“I just want to have a little fun.” She pouted, changing directions and crawling towards me until she could push me on my ass with her paw. “Everyone would be way too aggressive for anything other than a blood bath to happen if I didn't curse them. Now everyone can have fun.”

She clamped my zipper between two of her claws, pulling it down before popping the button of my jeans. And like a hungry animal she pulled my pants off my body, leaving my member out in the cold, hard as a rock.

Her grin grew ever wider, wrapping her paw around the base and stroking it gently, each stroke sending an avalanche of sensations through my body. But then her ear twitched at the sound of loud wails coming from behind her, Mouse tensed up on the ground, biting down on fur of her wrist.

“Looks like somebody needs your attention.” Said Cleo, letting go of my cock and crawling on all fours across the room until she sat behind Mouse.

The mouse looked up at the cat almost out of fear, the Sphinx's paws running down her shirt until they hooked on to her shorts. Cleo licked and nibbled on Mouse's ear, taking in the sounds of her moans and squeaks before pulling the shorts off from around her legs. She tossed them across the room and pried Mouse's legs apart to reveal her dripping folds.

“Aww, look at that. She's all wet and ready.” Cleo giggled, pulling off Mouse's shirt without resistance.

Mouse looked away and off to the side, still nibbling on her wrist.

“She's a real cutie, don't you think?” Cleo asked me, pressing her paw against Mouse's pussy.

The Wererat yelped, kicking her legs as Cleo toyed with her folds, spreading them and penetrating with a claw gently, causing Mouse to visibly shake.

“Whenever you're ready...”

It was like I was on autopilot, crawling over to the two with hunger in my eyes. Mouse bit her lower lip  while I towered over her, holding myself up with one hand against the ground and the other guiding my cock towards its inevitable goal. I didn't waste any time, and before even I knew it, I was inside her.

Mouse's arms wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist, yelping with each thrust. The other three watched on with scarlet cheeks, examining every movement of my hips. I toyed with her small breast, fondling the mound while one of her grey furred hands ran through my hair.  Her pinkish tail brushed against my thigh with every thrust and each of her laboured squeaks were like symphonies to me.

“I don't want to wait my turn...” Lupa whined, her tail beating violently against the wooden floor.

She looked around the room and spotted Moriko, who's ears stood on end when she turned to see Lupa staring at her.

“What are you looking at?” Moriko asked.

Lupa didn't answer and instead pounced on her. The Danuki yelped and tried weakly to fight the Werewolf off.

“I just want to feel good...” Lupa whined before locking lips with Moriko, her tail wagging happily in the air. Moriko's eyes widened and tried desperately to fend Lupa off before finally giving in and allowing the hungry Werewolf to pin her to the ground.

I myself was sucking on Mouse's neck, her lock around my waist and neck becoming tighter and tighter with every thrust.

“M...Marcuuuusss!” She squealed. “I can't take it anymore!”

I felt myself at my own limits, it was like my entire body was wrapped in ecstasy, her squeaks and begging only made me want to thrust deeper and harder, until I finally came strand after strand of my thick seaman inside her. Mouse grit her teeth and wailed out, biting down on my shoulder until my body tensed one more time and my legs became weak.

I pulled out of her, my pearly fluids pouring from Mouse's pussy as she laid on the ground with a heaving chest.

“Aw, little mousy mouse.” Cleo cooed into her ear. “You're just going to lie there without cleaning up after yourself?”

Mouse looked up at Cleo and then back to me, weakly pulling herself to her hands and knees and crawling in between my legs, licking my cock clean and sucking the rest of my cum from the tip.

“Good girl~” Cleo complimented, playing with the Wererats tail.

My sights turned to Cleo, looking over her perfect form and supple breasts, and moments later I was hard once again. Crawling past Mouse, I put my hands on each of Cleo's shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. But she stopped me with a claw against my lips.

“No no.” She said with a grin. “Save the best for last.”

How she was maintaining composure was beyond me, but I wasn't even thinking about it at this point. Cleo's claw moved from my lips and pointed towards Moriko and Lupa not far from us, grinding on one another and exploring each others mouths. Like a zombie, I pulled myself over to them on Cleo's request, the two didn't even notice my approach.

I pulled at the knot that held the rags that made up Lupa's skirt until they came apart, letting the piece of cloth fall gently to the ground. Her ears stood up and she pulled away from Moriko, turning her head to look at me, her tail now wagging furiously in the air.

I grabbed her tail and pulled upwards, the Werewolf yelping as I lifted her hips higher into the air. I lowered my head inches from her dripping lips, taking in her scent like a intoxicating perfume. I gave it a single, gentle lick to capture her flavour before pressing into it and ravaging her pussy like a starving beast.

Lupa howled, her legs shaping as I pushed deeper into her with my tongue, sucking on her clitoris and refusing even a single drop of her fluids to go to waste.

“Marcus!” She cried, her eyes wide and her claws digging into the flooring. Moriko watched on, sucking on her finger and toying with her own folds with the other hand.

I greedily drank drop after drop until I had my fill, pulling my tongue out and giving her pussy one last, long lick before sitting up on my knees. The top of my cock pressed against her drenched lips, a sadistic idea coming over me at the same time. I didn't penetrate, instead I slowly slid the top of my cock against the outside, giving her a taste but never the satisfaction of it inside her.

Her whimpers became more and more desperate, attempting every few strokes to move her hips in a way that I would enter her. But I held her in place with my fingers dug into her sides, denying her the feeling with an almost criminal glee.

“Please!” She cried. “Stop teasing me! Its too much!”

With my right hand, I pulled the knot on her top, letting the rag fall on top of Moriko and allowing Lupa's breasts to sway freely in the air. The base of my cock pressed deeper and deeper against her pussy as I leaned over, biting down on her ear and nibbling. She tried to shake her head free, whining and yelping while my hands fondled her breasts. Finally, she clenched her teeth and my cock and legs soaked in her juices.

I felt a power like I never have before. Finally releasing my bite on her ear and sitting up straight again. Lupa's head was resting against Moriko's chest, with barely enough strength to hold herself up on her knees. Now she was fully prepared and I wanted every piece of her.

I didn't waste any more time and spread her pussy with my cock, letting her howl into the air again before I began to thrust. My pelvis slapped against her ass with each movement of my hips, my grip on her tail never releasing.

The feeling hit me like a shotgun, overcoming my entire body until I fired rope after rope of cum inside her. Lupa bit into Moriko's shirt, tugging and almost ripping the fabric before falling limp on top of her.

My eyes moved past Lupa and to Moriko, who was scarlet and shivering from all the excitement. Whatever coherent thought was gone as I tore away Moriko's pants and pulled her hips up by the legs. Moriko screamed as I pushed inside her, thrusting faster and deeper into the Danuki with every passing second.

Moriko wrapped her arms around Lupa, breathing into the already dilapidated Werewolf's ear with every slam of our hips. Her moans and screams turned into clenched teethed heaves, finally biting into Lupa's shoulder, who in turn let out an exhausted and struggling moan.

Soon, even Moriko was left exhausted on the ground, lying in a mix of her's, Lupa's, and my fluids. Lupa struggled to her hands and knees, looking down on the sweating Moriko, her eyes trailing towards her still wet pussy. She licked her lips and crawled backwards until dropping in between Moriko's legs, torturing the poor Danuki by cleaning her pussy with her tongue.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Cleo asked, now sitting on the arm chair with her legs crossed.

My eyes darted to her immediately, licking my dry lips as I forced myself to stand. Cleo looked surprised, the mummy's curse had already made its mark on my body, each step sent a shock wave of sensations to my brain but still I persisted.

“Hold on now.” Cleo purred, putting her paw out in front of her.

I ignored her orders and drudged forward, each step heavy and dragging.

“H-hey, I said wait.” Her mistress facade began to disappear and the Cleo I knew began to show herself in the light.

“Whats wrong, kitty cat?” I asked her, each word enunciated with a low gravel. “You said you wanted to share, it wouldn't be fair if you didn't get your turn...”

Cleo shrunk as I loomed over her, her tail standing on end and her eyes wide.

“Y-yeah! Right!” She stumbled. “Just let me get read-”

She meowed as I caught her trying to crawl over the seat. The view from behind was gorgeous, her undergarments already soaked in her juices. I remember when she was hit with her own curse when we first met, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She was too lost in watching the show that she forgot to prepare herself for the inevitable.

I pulled Cleo back by her tail, wrapping my arm around her and pressing my chest against her back. She meowed in surprise when my cock pushed itself between her legs, freezing up at my touch. Holding her steady, I held on to her tail with my other hand, petting and stroking it softly until she became weaker and weaker in my grip.

My hand moved up her stomach until it pushed her top from her breasts, letting them fall from their constraints. I cupped her breast in one hand and moved my hand from her tail to in between her legs, rubbing her gently while I kissed her neck.

Her paws wrestled with my hand in vain, my figure continued to toy and push against her pussy playfully. Her struggling became weaker and weaker until she let go of my wrist all together, instead wrapping her arms behind her head and around my neck, rubbing her backside and tail against me with cute little purrs and mews.

We stood there for a few more minutes, fondling and kissing while Moriko and Lupa had their way with one another and Mouse laid on her side and fingered herself. It was like the entire outside world shut down when Cleo pressed her paw against my cheek and guided my lips to hers. My own hand found its way to her cheek while we held the kiss, pulling away hesitantly and looking into one another's eyes.

Cleo gently pushed at my hands, pushing them apart without any force and stepping away from my embrace. I wanted nothing more but to pull her back in until she bent over and supported herself against the arms of the armchair in front of her, wiggling her hips and wagging her tail playfully.

I stepped forward and took command, pulling her panties down her legs and to the ground. I positioned myself until the tip of my cock pressed against her pussy. I leaned over her and placed my hands over her paws before entering her, a loud gasp filling my ears followed by a purrs with every push.

Cleo struggled to maintain her balance, the skin of her back pushing against my chest every so often. She yelled in protest when I pulled out of her, but quickly stopped her crying when I pushed her against the chair and lifted her legs, entering her once more before lifting her by the waist and holding her in the air.

Her legs and arms wrapped around me, pressing her soft mounts against my chest and narrowing her lips inches away from mine. I felt her gasps against my face with every thrust of my hips, brushing my nose against hers from time to time.

Cleo's grip around me became tighter the faster I moved, her moans and meows hastening. Her forehead rested against my shoulder, claws kneading and grazing my back lovingly while we trapped in this tango. When my breath became more panicked and quick, Cleo took notice, pulling her head away from my shoulder and looking me in the eyes.

She leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, which I gladly accepted. Our tongues danced and fought for supremacy, her's rough against mine. She didn't howl or scream when I came into her, not a sound as we both tensed up. Instead she simply held her hold on my lips, her eyes closed and her claws digging against my skin.

When I finally finished, I felt my legs give in and I fell over, Cleo yelping in surprise as I fell to the ground.

She giggled and hoisted herself on top of me, sitting on my waist with her tail brushing against my arm and chest.

“See? We can all share tonight.” Cleo purred before planting another kiss on my lips.

“Guess we can...” I wheezed, lying back against the hardwood.

“H-hey!”

I looked to my left, seeing mouse on her knees beside us with her hands between her legs.

“What gives? The nights barely started!” She barked.

“Yeah, we're not done!” Lupa joined in, crawling over to us.

“Tonight’s going to be one to remember.” Moriko added, joining Lupa.

Cleo blinked and looked back at me, her eyes narrowing and her smile widening. “Guess its time for round two~”

“Wait, hold o-” I was cut off, pounced by the four girls and smothered in breasts and giggles.
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I could barely remember what happened after round four, I must have drifted away when the night dragged on. I opened my eyes in a sunlight filled room, smothered in a dog pile of naked women happily sleeping while cuddled to one another as well as myself. I had my arms wrapped around Cleo, though she felt wider than last night. Mouse had sneaked in between us, her back pressed against my chest and her face nestled between Cleo's breasts... At least they get along...

“Oh hell...” I whispered to myself. “Am I still inside someone?”

Carefully, I pulled myself away, garnering a moan from the sleeping Mouse. I took extra care not to wake anyone while I pulled myself out of the pile and stand up, I couldn't even find my clothing. It was still early in the morning, the sun barely peaking in over the horizon.

I stumbled in place, yawning while looking for my hoodie and pants, I could at least dress myself before I made breakfast. Curiously, my gaze affixed on the basket of Moriko's things I brought back from the guard station, filled with swords and axes. Kojak destroyed the sword I had just bought and I rejected Wolfgang's offer of taking one off of the dead mercs that came with Moriko, I don't think she would mind if I nabbed one.

I began to sift through them, looking the material over, careful not to cut myself. But one caught my eye, a long blade with a black grip and a silver hilt. But something else caught my eye about it, something that I had been looking for...Something that the Emperor had been looking for.

“No fucking way...” I whispered as I pulled the blade from the basket, it wasn't a bad sword either. But at the end, encrusted into the pommel, was a green gem engraved with a lizards eye, the very same gem Tiberius was looking for.

“Everything's just turning up Marcus, isn't it?” I chuckled as I turned around.

But my eyes affixed on a new figure standing in front of me. My blood ran cold and my heart sank in my chest as I looked directly at myself, fully dressed and glaring back at me. Only this me...This thing didn't have my eyes, instead two black voids that seemed to tear into the very fabric of my soul.

“Hello Marcus.” The thing said in my voice. “How are you?”