The wait stretched the village taut like a tail about to lash. Sira and Nia had been gone a full day, infiltrated in enemy territory, and the forest's silence fed restless murmurs. Sylva's surrendered warriors were chained in the main hut, bodies marked by my dominance, purring my name weakly every time I passed near. Their eyes gleamed with broken desire, limp tails brushing the ground in voluntary submission.
Lira was calm. The morning blowjob had left her sated, purring softly against my chest as we walked. Her golden eyes shone with pure devotion, no trace of jealousy. She had already drunk from me. She was full.
Mira, on the other hand, sniffed everything. Every low moan from the prisoners, every hungry glance they threw at me, made her ears flatten and her thick tail whip the air with contained fury.
That night, in our cabin, the fire crackled furiously, lighting hot furs. Lira curled against my right side, small and satisfied, lazily licking my neck. Mira pressed to my left, mature curves crushing my arm, heavy breasts brushing me with every ragged breath.
"Those surrendered sluts purr your name like they're already yours," Mira growled, voice hoarse with jealousy. Her nails dug lightly into my chest. "They want a collar. They want your cock filling them like us. I smell it on them."
Lira only purred softly, unmoving.
"Fuck, Mira… you're burning," I said hoarsely, grabbing her waist roughly. "Lira already had her share this morning. You… you need me to remind you who's in charge."
Mira hissed possessively, biting my shoulder.
"Prove it… fuck me until I forget their eyes. Mark me hard so they only smell me on you."
I threw her onto her back on the furs. I ripped her tunic off in one yank, exposing mature curves: heavy breasts hanging, dark nipples hard as stones, mature pussy already dripping, swollen red lips thick with desire.
I put her on her knees for a second, just so she could see. My throbbing cock sprang free, veined and rigid. She purred fierce, the vibration climbing up my balls.
"Gluck… yes… swallow it all," she gasped before taking me deep, throat tight, rough tongue milking the shaft.
I pulled out with a wet pop, thick strands of saliva hanging, and slammed her onto her back again. Thick legs spread wide, pussy inviting. I entered slow, deep to the hilt.
"Ahhn… Master… break me!" Mira screamed, arching her back, heavy breasts bouncing violently.
Lira approached calmly, sitting beside me, licking my neck while I thrust.
"She's jealous because you didn't fill her today," Lira murmured softly, purring against my ear. "Make her scream, Master. Let her know she's yours."
I grabbed Mira's thick tail like reins and yanked hard. Every thrust made her breasts bounce, made her cunt clamp like a vicious vise around my cock.
"Nngh… pull harder… ahhn… fuck me like an animal!" Mira begged choked, squirting around me, hot juices splashing my thighs.
I flipped her to all fours, ass high, pounding her brutally from behind. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming back to the balls, feeling her walls milk me desperately.
"Yes… more… I'm your mature whore!" she shouted, jealousy shattering into pure pleasure. "No rival takes this from me!"
I came roaring, thick long ropes flooding her until it overflowed, hot cum absorbed by hungry contractions. She squirted hard, convulsing exhausted, purring weak and satisfied.
She collapsed onto the furs, trembling. I dropped beside her. Lira curled against my chest, purring content.
Mira lifted her head, green eyes clouded with pleasure and submission.
"Forgive my jealousy, Master… I'm yours forever."
Jealousy quenched. Hierarchy reaffirmed: Lira sated and calm, Mira marked and dominated. The prisoners below.
But at dawn, shouts cut the air: "Sira and Nia are back! They bring the report!"
Vital intel was arriving. The final infiltration was beginning.
(To be continued…)