The main hut fell into shadow as the fire dwindled to glowing embers. Sylva's parchment still lay on the wooden table, its black seal like an open wound. Outside, the village buzzed with preparations: claws being sharpened against stones, nets being woven, nervous murmurs blending with anxious purrs. Inside, only Lira, Mira, and I remained.
The air was thick, heavy with the scent of recent sweat, dried cum on thighs, and the potent musk of three bodies that had marked each other all night long. But it still wasn't enough. Sylva's challenge burned in our veins like sweet poison. No one wanted to sleep. No one could.
I sat on the edge of the thick furs, back against the wall, legs spread. Lira immediately curled up between them, small and trembling, head resting on my thigh. Her thin tunic had ridden up to her hips, exposing the soft curve of her ass and the ever-present wet gleam between her legs. She purred softly, almost like a frightened kitten's hum, but her pupils were already dilated into perfect hearts.
Mira stood for a moment, her mature curves outlined against the dying embers. Then she approached slowly, hips swaying as though every step was a deliberate provocation. She knelt at my left side, heavy breasts brushing my arm, hard nipples clearly visible through the torn fabric. Her thick tail coiled possessively around my ankle as her hand slowly slid up my scratched chest.
"No one is going to claim you, master," she murmured hoarsely, hot breath against my neck. "But before we go break that alpha's ass… I want you to reek of us. I want your cock soaked in us. I want Sylva to smell us on you from a mile away and know that two pussies have already milked you dry."
Lira lifted her head, golden eyes flashing with jealousy and desire. "Master… I want to mark you more too…" she whispered, voice fragile but thick with need. Her small hand slid down my abdomen, trembling fingers brushing the hard bulge beneath the fabric. She didn't grab it. She only stroked over it, tracing the thick shape with her fingertips, feeling every pulsing vein.
Mira gave a low, possessive laugh. "Little one… you always want to be first at everything." She leaned in and slowly licked my earlobe, rough tongue sending shivers straight to my cock. At the same time, her free hand slid down to Lira's thigh and gently pried it open. The smaller girl gasped but didn't resist. Her legs parted, revealing her small pink pussy, swollen glistening lips, clit peeking out like a red pearl.
"Look how she's dripping just from rubbing against you," Mira whispered, thick fingers grazing Lira's outer folds without entering. The little one convulsed, hips bucking toward Mira's hand. A clear thread of juices slid down her inner thigh.
Lira whimpered softly but refused to be outdone. Her hand slipped under my tunic, delicate fingers wrapping loosely around the base of my cock, not squeezing, just feeling the thickness, the heat, the swollen veins. She slid slowly upward to the head, thumb tracing the sensitive frenulum, spreading the pre-cum that was already leaking.
"Master… it's so hard…" she whispered, voice trembling with awe. "It's because of us… right? Not because of that Sylva…"
Mira growled softly, jealous. She pressed closer, heavy breasts squashing against my side. "Of course it's because of us." She lowered her head and licked my neck, leaving a wet trail down to my collarbone. At the same time, her free hand grabbed one of Lira's small breasts and squeezed hard. The little one let out a sharp squeak, pink nipple instantly hardening between Mira's fingers.
"See? She's ready too," Mira purred. "But you don't touch her yet, master. First I want you to see us desperate for you."
Lira protested with a tiny submissive whimper, but her hips were already moving in small circles, seeking friction against Mira's thigh. The older cat spread the little one's legs wider, exposing everything: dripping pussy, lips parted from arousal, swollen clit visibly throbbing. She didn't touch it directly. She only blew a hot breath over it, making Lira arch and gasp.
I didn't move. I just watched, cock throbbing hard beneath Lira's gentle caresses, veins bulging against the fabric. The two of them locked eyes for a second — pure feline jealousy, desire, rivalry. Then they both turned back to me.
Mira leaned in and kissed my chest, rough tongue circling a nipple, biting gently. At the same time, her thick tail slipped between my legs and slowly brushed my balls from below, a forbidden caress.
Lira refused to be left behind. She climbed a little higher, knees spread on either side of my thigh. Her wet pussy pressed directly against my leg, leaving a hot, slippery trail. She began to rub herself slowly, up and down, swollen clit sliding along my skin.
"Ahh… master… your leg… so hard…" she moaned softly, ears trembling, tail coiling around my wrist.
Mira laughed hoarsely and joined the game. She straddled my other thigh, heavy mature ass pressing down, soaked pussy leaving her own mark. She started moving too, slow, rolling hips, breasts bouncing with each grind.
Both of them rubbed against me at the same time, guttural purrs blending together, hot juices soaking my thighs, the air filling with the scent of pussies in heat and repressed desire. Their tails tangled with each other, vibrating, tugging playfully in a dance of jealousy and shared pleasure.
"No one is taking you, master…" Mira gasped, voice breaking. "Only we mark you like this…" Lira whispered, almost crying with need.
I stayed still, letting them grow more desperate, letting them get wetter, letting their clits swell until they ached. My cock throbbed, pre-cum dripping down the shaft, but I didn't touch them. Not yet.
The tension was unbearable. Their moans grew louder, hips moved faster, juices dripped freely down my legs. They were right on the edge, but I wouldn't give them the final permission.
"Please… master…" Lira begged, voice shattered. "Let us cum… or fuck us already…" Mira pleaded, green eyes blazing wild.
I smiled darkly in the dim light. "Not yet. First I want you to beg even more."
(To be continued…)