Al was starting to develop an immunity to these divine voices and sudden revelations.
But this voice was different. It reached into the deepest corners of his soul, fanning the flames of desire.
It stoked a fire of lust and then cut off at the most critical moment, leaving him desperate to beg for more.
"Who are you, really?"
In one day, he had four "mothers"—self-proclaimed or biological. It was too much.
This wasn't something a single child could handle.
The centaur-girl was one thing, but now it felt like she was truly his "horse-girl" (uma-musume). He was lost.
[Enjoy Mama's gift. You will be grateful to me, and eventually, you will belong to me.]
The female voice giggled, leaving a suggestive trail of words before vanishing.
Al felt something was very wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint what.
He sat uneasily as the Centigor brought him back to the camp.
Her mood had improved drastically; her gait was smoother, so Al didn't feel like his world was spinning.
When they returned to the tribe, he found another "surprise" waiting for him.
A few goat-girls (Ungor hinds) were huddled together on the ground outside the cave.
Two Wrath-Gors were standing guard over them.
"What is this now?"
The Centigor trotted over and casually tapped the head of one of the goat-girls.
The girl stood up, a mixture of fear and submission on her face.
She stepped aside and waited. By human standards, she was quite attractive.
Aside from the horns, ears, hooves, and the white fur on her legs, her upper body was indistinguishable from a human woman's.
Alina grabbed Al and set him down in front of the goat-girl.
The girl's cheeks flushed crimson. She began to shyly pull open the garment made of cloth or woven plants covering her chest.
"!"
Al was shocked. He spun around to look at the Centigor.
Alina gave him an encouraging look and pushed him toward the goat-girl's embrace.
"Eat."
Al slammed into something soft and warm.
He felt the firm tip of a nipple. For the first time (excluding being hunted), he was this close to a female.
His face turned red, and he scrambled backward.
"Are you not hungry?"
Seeing his intense reaction, the Centigor looked confused and even a bit anxious.
"Do you not want her milk?"
It's not a question of 'wanting' or 'not wanting'!
Alina thought for a moment and said with a frown: "I don't think I'm lactating right now, but if you want to try, I can..."
She reached behind her back to untie the cloth wrapped around her own breasts.
"No! No! I...!"
Al panicked. Alina, unable to understand his hesitation, simply dragged the other goat-girls over.
She lined them up in a row in front of Al.
"Which one do you want?"
The goat-girls looked at Al with shy or soft expressions.
They didn't seem to mind being picked like produce.
In Beastman culture, sharing milk was a common thing. Even if Al didn't drink, they'd save it or turn it into cheese.
It was just rare to have someone suckle directly from the source unless it was their own offspring.
"Do you not like these?"
Alina was baffled. To her, a cub needing milk was the most natural thing in the world.
"I used to drink goat-milk too. It's the sweetest, better than Centigor milk."
She seemed worried Al was too shy to try, so she grabbed one of the goat-girls and buried her own face in the girl's chest.
Al watched, jaw-dropped.
Gulp... gulp...
"Good."
The Centigor set the flushed, trembling goat-girl down and wiped a smear of milk from her lips.
She looked at Al seriously and said, "Really? Not even a taste?"
Al looked at the pale, exposed breasts.
The nipple Alina had just suckled was slick with saliva, a glistening thread of moisture dripping through the air.
He lowered his head in shame.
"Or do you want to drink from that woman?"
Alina turned to head toward where Celestine was kept. Al immediately lunged and grabbed the Centigor's hind leg, pulling with all his might.
"No! I... I'm full! Yes, I'm full!"
Al thought of the fruit he ate on the way back, but his stomach betrayed him with a loud, hollow growl.
He was starving. The sound was impossible for Alina's ears to miss.
The Centigor's ears twitched. She looked a bit annoyed.
She scooped Al into her arms, her hands sliding under his armpits.
She crouched slightly so the boy could half-sit on her forelegs.
"Each of you, feed him once."
Al couldn't struggle. He watched the goat-girl Alina had "tested" approach with her bare chest.
She stood on her tiptoes shyly and pressed her nipple into the boy's mouth.
The other goat-girls crowded around.
Al's passive resistance crumbled before the overwhelming temptation of hunger.
First, it was a tiny, tentative suckle, like a mouse stealing a snack.
Then he let go, closing his eyes as if he were just using a pacifier.
It was sweet, with a hint of musk and the warmth of the goat-girl's body.
The creamy fluid filled his mouth, flowing down his throat and into his hollow stomach.
Al began to suckle with focus, his hunger taking over.
The bliss didn't last long. The goat-girl gently stroked his chin.
He opened his eyes and saw her pretty, blushing face.
She pointed to the other side of her chest. Al understood and let go.
A sense of loss and hunger immediately returned, but soon, another warm breast was pushed to his lips.
He continued to eat. This time, he didn't lie to himself by closing his eyes.
He looked at the goat-girl. She was too shy to meet his gaze, looking down at where his mouth met her skin.
Soon, that breast was empty too.
The deep, supernatural hunger in his body still clawed at him.
Al reluctantly let go and looked at the next one with longing.
Another goat-girl stepped up, replacing the first, and quickly plugged Al's mouth.
This one was bolder. She didn't look away from Al.
She was taller and had a very gentle, motherly expression, looking at Al with doting eyes.
"Burp~"
He felt about seventy percent full when he finally let go of the last goat-girl's breast.
It was covered in his saliva and red suction marks.
Hungry! Where is the new food?!
He looked up. The goat-girls had fixed their clothes and stood in a respectful row, waiting for the Centigor's command.
It was clear Alina held a high status in the tribe, through both respect and terror.
She had been brutal to enemies, but after returning to Zhakun's side, she was mostly a loner.
The only thing she did consistently was watch over Celestine.
After she hammered Zhakun, the Beastlord had stayed quiet while waiting for a sign from the gods.
The powerful groups like Minotaurs and Shamans didn't care about her, but the weak ones like Rabbit-men and Goat-men were grateful to her for humbling the Beastlord.
"Still not enough?"
Alina read the hunger in Al's eyes and rubbed his head.
"Then let's go get something real to eat."
Alina led the way, with the group of goat-girls following them toward another gathering point.
Al sat on her back, occasionally licking his lips.
It was a short trip, less than thirty minutes.
The Shamans of the Shepherd didn't want the tribe to split completely—perhaps due to their obsession with "Natural Harmony."
They had simply moved a large part of the population to a different water source for safety.
Those who stayed were either Zhakun's fanatics or the Shaman's observers, watching for Chaos corruption.
The first things they encountered on the path were the legendary...
Minotaurs.