Chapter 36: Chapter 36: The Feast of the Beast
"Give that back," said Kellar. "Why do you want it...?"
Holding the wrinkled red fruit tight between her paws on the dirt floor. "I can feel it... it smells so delicious."
Kellar felt a bit tempted to just let her have it, but the system had rewarded it to him for a reason. He reached down, snatching the fruit away from her before she could take a bite. Without waiting, Kellar popped the whole thing into his mouth and swallowed it down.
An explosive wave of heat rushed through his veins. Just moments ago, Kellar had felt drained and empty from emptying his load so many times into Meli, Mila and Maya during the night. But now, the raw energy surged back into his system tenfold. His muscles tightened, and his dick snapped hard throbbing against his leather wraps like a solid iron rod.
"This isn’t a vitality potion..." thought Kellar, his jaw tightening. "This shit is straight up magical Viagra...!"
He turned his head, his eyes locking onto his aunt. Maya had just finished tying up a bundle of furs, her pale skin contrasting against the dark interior of the old hut.
"Let’s say a proper goodbye to this house," said Kellar.
Maya looked at his obvious bulge, her eyes widening with instant hunger, but then she glanced down at the floor.
"But the cat... she is staring right at us," said Maya.
"She is just a cat, it doesn’t matter," said Kellar.
He didn’t waste another second. Kellar marched over, grabbed Maya by her waist, and slammed her back against the rough wooden table. The old clay pots rattled as he ripped her leather skirt up to her hips.
"Oh, gods... you are harder than yesterday..." Maya gasped, her pale hands gripping his thick shoulders. "How are you already like this...?"
"Shut up and take it," said Kellar.
He lined his thick shaft up against her wet opening and drove it all the way in with one thrust.
"Aghh... yes... push it, push it..." Maya screamed out, her light brown hair tossing wild across the table as Kellar established a fierce, relentless pace, the wet slap slap of their flesh echoing off the old dirt walls.
Kellar felt the heat boiling over. His system-enhanced muscles locked up, and just as he was about to blow his massive load inside Maya’s tight heat, he gripped her hips and yanked his thick dick out.
"Kellar... wait..." Maya gasped.
Before a single drop could hit the dirt, a white blur flashed across the table. Freyja launched herself through the air, her jaw opening wide as she caught every single hot, thick jet of semen from the source, swallowing it all down.
Maya sat up on the table, her pale skin covered in sweat and her light brown hair messy. She stared at the cat in absolute shock and confusion.
"What... what the fuck is happening...?" asked Maya. "Why did you pull it out...? And why is the cat eating it...?"
"I have no idea," said Kellar, tucking his softening shaft back into his wraps. "The day I was fucking Mila out in the woods, this cat jumped out. I thought she wanted to attack us, but she just wanted to drink my seed. She has been following me everywhere since then."
Maya shook her head, her pale brow furrowing as she looked at the small white creature licking her paws.
"That is twisted..." whispered Maya.
Kellar didn’t bother explaining just how terrifyingly powerful and lethal Freyja was. Some secrets were better kept until the right moment.
"Let’s move," said Kellar. "We still have to catch up with the others."
"Wait," said Maya.
Before Kellar could grab the bundle of furs, Maya stepped right in front of him. She wrapped her pale arms around his neck, pulling his face down and shoving her tongue deep into his mouth for a desperate kiss. She broke it off, her eyes wide and raw with emotion as she gripped his chest.
"I don’t care how many women you take into your bed," said Maya. "Just please... promise me you won’t abandon me."
Kellar looked down at her flushed, pale face, his large hand gently cupping the back of her neck.
"I would never do that, aunt," said Kellar. "You will always be my aunt, and nothing will ever change that."
"I am not your aunt anymore, you fool," said Maya, her cheeks flushing pink. "Now I am your woman."
"No, you will always be my aunt," said Kellar. "It’s more fun that way."
Maya blinked missing the joke, but she didn’t argue further as she adjusted the straps of the fur bundles over her shoulders. Kellar smirked to himself as they stepped out of the old hut. To his modern, transmigrated mind, that small incestuous edge added a dangerous, spicy layer to their taboo dynamic.
They walked down the snow-covered path, carrying their belongings through the village. A few curious neighbors poked their heads out of their leather-and-log shelters, watching them pass. Nobody said a word or dared to question them. People moving huts wasn’t unusual, and the rumors had already spread like wildfire through the tribe.
Young Kellar had crushed the elite and taken first place in both tribal trials the day before. The villagers simply assumed the elders had rewarded the rising alpha with a grander house somewhere down the valley.
Before they could clear the edge of the village, a towering figure stepped onto the path, blocking their way through the snow. It was Tor.
His face was a swollen, purple mess of deep bruises and dried blood. Ever since he had lost both tribal trials to Kellar the day before, his life had turned into an absolute hell. his grandfather, the village chief, had broken his ribs the moment he stepped back into their longhouse. If it weren’t for the fact that the old man’s son was already dead and Tor was his only remaining male descendant, he would have likely beaten the boy to death for bringing such deep humiliation upon their bloodline.
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