Exploring the Undiscovered Lands with a Slave Harem, Chapter 4: Among the Siyaki
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I was born after the Great Rebellion, too late for Nithrenese to be the language shoved down everybody's throat. In Almere, they only taught the children Almerese, nowadays; I did feel some vague annoyance at that, since it meant that I didn't share a language with the locals. It wasn't as if it somehow granted magical powers to that dead and divided empire. It just meant I couldn't speak one of the most commonly-spoken languages in the northern hemisphere. Which, naturally, would be one of the first languages from the north that traders in the southern hemisphere had picked up.

The people native to this island definitely looked very strange to my eyes. There were races with elements of animal appearances, but they were always something like the leporagi, having merely animal ears, tails, or perhaps the occasional feature like horns, all from the same species. According to Eshenesra, the people called themselves Siyaki, and not only did they mix features from a number of species, they also had the faces of beasts and bodies lightly covered in fur. Fur like a leopard; ears like a mouse; face like a dog's. I did wonder if perhaps they resembled some creature native to these climes, though I hadn't seen one mentioned in the various journals I'd seen.

They were more cool in their reception to me than to any of my girls, which I attributed to their matriarchal social organization. It was clear to see, as the men and women made their way around the place, that the women barked commands and the men obeyed them. That was also a consequence of the relative sizes of the two sexes: the women were quite literally larger than the men. Eshenesra translated for me, but the Siyaki were more interested in talking to her or Azanaga or Akamarina. Even Jutaana seemed to receive a warmer reception than me, with younger women asking for a bout against her.

There was the constant faint scent of smoke throughout the village, something I soon learned was because the Siyaki prized metalworking, considering it their highest art and craft. Although they normally wandered the village wearing very little - presumably due to the heat - I saw a good amount of metal armor and weapons hung up or carried around.

I got my lay of the town - the tall fortress walls, thick earthworks that resisted climbing - and the taste of the food - a variety of freshly cooked meat, prepared for us as honored guests - before anyone showed me more than formal politeness.

It was, by my best guess, a fairly young Siyaki woman who actually approached with something genuine interest in her sharp orange eyes, muscular and fit as she sat down, not next to Eshenesra, but next to me, placing one hand against my arm in a manner that came off as flirtatious. "Wannan wane irin sulke ne?" She asked - in Siyaki, not Nyzhraga, so it had to go through an extra layer of translation before Eshenesra could tell me what she'd said.

"Ah, she asked what sort of armor that is," Eshenesra said aloud.

"Tell her the truth. It's not armor. It's part of the dead god Yazhubalot, grafted to my body," I explained.

Eshenesra began, Azanaga's gaze flicking over to her, a sour look in her eyes as she halfway sneered at the sight of me, her eyes drawn to the remains of her god in a way that, I suppose, I understood her anger about. Of course, I couldn't exactly go get my arms back. Nor would I if I could. These were much nicer than the original set.

At that, the Siyaki woman seemed to become somewhat more unsure in her curiosity, poking at my arm and muttering something. A few seconds' translation later, and Eshenesra spoke again. "She asks if anyone designed the shape."

"I think it forms these shapes on its own," I told Eshenesra, who dutifully repeated the answer back.

The Siyaki woman started poking at it more intensely, leaning in, her snout getting close to my body, her breaths tangible against my torso as she moved in to inspect it. She spoke again. "She says that's interesting. She's never seen metal that shapes itself."

"My name is Hob, by the way," I said. "What's yours?"

She paused her inspecting to look to the Siyaki woman who could translate from Nyzhraga to their language; then she spoke, just a single bark of a woman. "Bakwai," she told me, pulling back from my arm for a moment, then pulling it up near the wrist, large fingers pulling apart and playing with mine in a way that felt shockingly intimate. She said more in Siyaki, which again, went through the translation.

"She says she really likes your arms. They're the prettiest she's seen." Eshenesra spoke for a moment to the Nyzhraga-Siyaki translator, an older woman named Casa'in. "I'm not sure if she means that in a... sexual way, or a... blacksmith way," she explained to me, as the translation went back. "Both," she said, at last. "Though, ah, the word for sexual love in Nyzhraga is very concatenated with other ideas of love, you know how demons are."

"How are we?" Azanaga asked, her voice having a chipper challenge to it.

"You are just being mad because Master didn't fuck you this morning," Jutaana said, making Azanaga shoot her a glare that Jutaana clearly didn't care about.

"You know, demons are more sexual than most other races," Eshenesra said, toying with her hair for a moment. "Or... I mean, yes, that's what I always heard at Ukashruk, even from demons," she said. Azanaga's lips quirked upwards for a moment, and Eshenesra sighed. "You're teasing me."

At that point, the conversation was interrupted as Bakwai licked one of my fingers. The shockingly intimate movement made everybody stop the conversation, all eyes falling on her - and she pulled back at that point, muttering to herself. Eshenesra translated: "She says it tastes like normal metal. She expected it to taste better, since it was part of a god."

Casa'in, while she did translate, also got a stick and bonked Bakwai on the head, presumably telling her she shouldn't randomly lick the guests. She then apologized to me and dragged her off by the ear in a manner that made me wonder if they were related.

* * *

The Siyaki lived in clay brick buildings, and they apparently had a temple that was also used as a hostel, which they offered to us - given I was interested to learn anything I could about the southern hemisphere, I was more than happy. The icon of the god in question was a metal statuette, about the size of a forearm, done in an elaborate style with six wings and a human face. I asked the temple's keeper - an older male - if it was common to the region, or particular to the Siyaki; in fact, I actually made Eshenesra get me quite a bit of information about the god in question.

Supposedly, the six-winged deity had once descended on this very island, and taught the Siyaki the importance of generosity and courtesy, as well as how to work metal. He had even been physically made of metal itself, and in the final act of that avatar, provided the form to make numerous weapons and bits of jewelry, which even now contained an element of divinity. (Obviously, they were kept under lock and key most times, due to their religious importance.)

Jutaana started to bounce around in boredom partway through the explanation, huffing ever more loudly intermittently, and at last interrupted the man to just say, "Please, can we be fucking, Master?"

"When I'm done," I told her. She pouted, but didn't speak further - fortunate, because I probably would have ordered her to silence if she had. And also possibly withdrawn the sex promise. (Though probably not. She's great fun in the sack.)

Pichi and Azanaga had chosen to go to sleep, leaving me, the old man, Eshenesra, and Jutaana to go through everything I could get about the island statelet's myths and people. The Siyaki weren't originally native to here, this being just one island they'd settled on; most places, they were a minority group. When I yawned, Jutaana let out a pitiful little whine, her blue eyes looking at me as if she was deeply hurt. She's a predictable girl, so it didn't take much to figure out why: if I was sleepy, I might not fuck her.

"Thank you, sir," I said, with a small bow of my head. "My companions and I will be sleeping shortly."

"He says that it is no problem to tell someone about Fukafukai Shida, and he's actually glad. Many young people don't listen to the stories."

I let out a small laugh at that. "It's the same everywhere," I told him, then took Jutaana's wrist and dragged her to the bedroom. Cots were arrayed across the wall, more than enough for the four of us; both Azanaga and Pichi had apparently fallen asleep on their own, with Azanaga having stripped down to the nude, which she slept in, despite the lack of blanket. I didn't know if that was something she'd picked up from her time as a sex slave, or just her own preference, but I guess that's true of pretty much everything she did. She'd been a sex slave since before I was born, and she was just fourteen or so when she'd been captured. I wondered if she'd even be quite as... annoyingly patriotic, if she had just been a normal military engineer, demobilized after the Great Rebellion.

Either way, I had a gorgeous leporagi woman to fuck. "Bend over, put your hands against the wall," I said, and Jutaana wore her most beaming smile as I got up behind her, pulling her loincloth down to reveal her pink sex. It contrasted beautifully with her darker skin, and it was already glistening with anticipation, a hot pant escaping her throat.

"Ah, Master is being so proud," she said, her voice full of excitement. She must have caught my confusion. "Normally you are not having sex with me in front of people other than Pichi! Or Azanaga, now, because you are having sex with her, too! Leporagi women are liking being bred in front of others, though I am guessing Master is technically not breeding me." A bit of her excitement died at that note.

"Oh," Eshenesra said, her cheeks flush as I turned my gaze to her. "I-I came to sleep, ah, I could go..."

I considered it for a moment. Eshenesra was certainly quite beautiful, and I'd have been more than happy to fuck her; at the same time, I now had three rather insatiable slave girls, so I was in no hurry to add her to the rotation. Certainly not by force. "It's up to you," I told her, just pulling my cock out, making her squeak a bit in surprise, hands going up to her face to hide her eyes - but, I noted, she didn't try to go, as I sidled up behind Jutaana.

"I am being Master's woman, all my babies will be Master's," Jutaana said, with a note of clear pride in her voice as I slid inside her waiting sex. She let out a hot breath of delight as I got completely inside her, my cock quietly twitching. I just held myself inside her for a moment, admiring Jutaana's well-sculpted ass, her long legs, and her cute little bunny tail, reaching down to idly play with it, just giving it a nice little squeeze.

I could practically feel Jutaana getting ready to beg for me to properly fuck her - so I preempted her. "You're a good woman, Jutaana," I told her, and her pussy immediately tightened on my cock, a faint glow appearing on her cheeks. I leaned over her, taking hold of her ear and pulling her into a rough, voracious kiss, my lips mashing up against hers. Her pussy quietly squeezed and milked at my cock as I remain just lodged in place, riding out the sensations of her tight, slick sex wiggling around my cock. I broke off the kiss with a hot pant, pressing my forehead against hers, enjoying the glow of her cheeks. "I wish I could just knock you up. Make you the mother you want to be."

"Ah, Master is being so kind," Jutaana said, swallowing, even as her tail quietly twitched in my other hand. "It is being okay, as long as Master knocks me up lots and lots once he is not needing to worry about things, okay? I am promising to take good care of all his babies and love them lots and lots," she said, and I kissed her again at that, tongue slithering into her mouth once more. My hand left her tail, sliding along her wonderfully smooth skin, finding its way to her clit, starting to tease the little thing faintly. She let out a faint little noise of pleasure, pussy spasming around my cock.

At that point, I started to fuck her, just pounding away, making her squeak into my mouth in pleasure and delight as I rammed at her needy pussy. Her body trembled beneath me, my hand on her clit, the ferocious kiss, the rough sex, and of course my affectionate words all playing together to send her into an ever-spiking level of arousal, her eyelashes fluttering and then closing as she lost herself in the moment - and promptly came, moaning into my mouth, pussy going wild on my cock, spasming deliciously around my dick as she tried to milk me dry. I pulled back from the kiss, admiring her lewd o-face, still holding one of her ears to keep her in position.

"You're beautiful," I told her, and her mouth opened and closed as she tried to say something. I didn't let her, just kissing her again as I rammed my hips against hers, my hand leaving her ear to slide down to her breasts, giving them some appreciation, fingers just sinking into the supple flesh as I railed her tight cunt to high heaven. I lost myself in the moment, just pounding at Jutaana, who herself was clearly lost in the moment too, moaning into my mouth happily as her tongue danced against mine.

When I broke off the kiss, there was a momentary trail of spit between our mouths, and I caught sight of Eshenesra out of the corner of my eye, the girl watching, wide-eyed and flushed-cheek, as I railed Jutaana hard. Her hands quietly wrung in front of her, but her feet were rooted to exactly the same spot they'd been when I offered her the chance to leave. I decided not to push her, turning my attention to Jutaana, sucking on her neck as I pounded her pussy.

"Oh, Master! Thank you for fucking me very hard, Master," Jutaana said, panting. "You are being powerful, good man! It is feeling very nice when you are fucking me, I am waiting eagerly for becoming mommy to your children!" She was pretty much shouting the words at this point, uncaring if anybody heard or saw me fucking her. I have to admit it excited me a bit further, my cock throbbing as I pounded her all the harder. "Oh, Master's cock is being so nice!"

There was a squeaking noise as one of the cots shifted, and my lips left Jutaana's neck to glance backwards, seeing Eshenesra still in the same spot - and Azanaga having gotten up. She had a flat expression as she stood there, naked. Her gaze ran along my back, to my ass, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she stared at the scene. I even wound up slowing down a bit inside of Jutaana, wondering whether I'd been too annoying and actually pissed the demon woman off.

"Tch." She clicked her tongue as she caught my gaze and Jutaana's both. "Fine. You woke me up with your loud rutting and screaming. You... what, want me to lick your balls and eat your ass as you fuck another woman? Put me in my place as a Nyzhraga demon whore, just an accessory for sex with the woman you like? That it?"

My cock twitched inside of Jutaana at those words. I'd never encouraged Azanaga's... extreme dirty talk, but it was certainly arousing. From the time I'd spent with her, I got the impression she used it more to distance herself from her actual feelings - demons had higher libidos, but acting like Jutaana or Pichi and simply admitting she actually wanted to be fucked by her Master was too far for her ego, at least not when veiled by layers of obviously-fake dirty talk. I leaned up from Jutaana, making the leporagi woman let out a little noise of displeasure. "Yes. Come over here and eat my ass," I ordered, and Azanaga was left with no choice but to obey. (I kept my ass quite clean, to be clear.)

"Fucking human can't get off without-" was as far as Azanaga got before her tongue became rather preoccupied with my anus, dancing around inside it, one hand on either of my ass cheeks as she worked. I just responded by starting to fuck Jutaana properly again, ramping up my speed inside her - and Azanaga managed to fall into just the right rhythm pretty much immediately, following my ass back and forth as she licked and sucked and worked. It felt excellent, really adding to the pleasure, and I could feel myself rapidly drawing close. I kissed Jutaana again, played with her breast, her clit, dragging her up to the heights of arousal yet again, her pussy getting ever more excited around my cock, dripping and squeezing...

And when she came, I immediately bottomed out, coming inside her with a long groan, an extra-thick load getting deposited thanks to Azanaga's hard work with her tongue. When I was finished, I gently pulled out of Jutaana, Azanaga eating my ass the whole while. "You can stop now," I told Azanaga, who pulled back from my ass - but remained on her knees.

When Azanaga had said that sex was a 'spiritual' thing for demons, that she didn't 'need' to come - she'd meant it. If she came, if she didn't come, it was clearly something she was quite indifferent to, even if she wanted to fuck regularly. Participation was what she wanted... but even with that, she'd been involved for about a minute at the end there. So I grabbed one of her horns. "Open wide."

Her tongue dutifully fell out of a stretched-open mouth, and I slid my cock into her mouth in that position, Jutaana soon straightening herself out. I gripped both of Azanaga's horns in either hand, while my gaze went up to Eshenesra - who was still staring, cherry-cheeked, at the obscene sights going on in front of her. She didn't even notice I was looking at her, because her gaze was completely on Azanaga, who had started groping my ass as her tongue wetly smacked against the underside of my cock. I humped at Azanaga's face a little bit, my cock still erect, lodged in her throat... and decided to just go for it.

With one hand on either horn, I began to roughly fuck her face, just ramming my dick in and out of her compliant throat, wet glug-glug noises escaping her lips with each thrust. I kept my eyes on Eshenesra, finding the view of the other woman intensely erotic, the way she just lost herself in voyeuristic interest, her slender, appealing lips having fallen half-open as she stared dumbly at the scene going on in front of her. Occasionally, she'd pump her head a little, bobbing in mimicry of what Azanaga was being put through - and then a thick dollop of drool made its way out of her mouth, making her jerk in surprise, wiping her cheek and realizing what she was doing, catching my gaze for a moment and hurriedly heading for a cot, desperately avoiding looking at me or saying anything in the process.

It pushed me over the edge, and I bottomed out in Azanaga's throat and came, filling her stomach with a nice quick load, before I pulled back with a sigh, cock rubbing at her lips for a moment. "Good work, Azanaga," I told her. "You can go back to sleep, I'm done for the night."

"Great, thanks," she said sourly, heading for her cot - Jutaaana joined me in mine, cuddling up to me in eager delight.

* * *

The first thing I woke up to was Jutaana wetly smacking her lips against my neck. "Mmm, Master, I am being super happy to be able to sleep with you every time you are letting me," she said. "You are being my favorite person to be sleeping with, both sex and regular sleeping meaning," she told me, fingers trailing across my chest. My eyes opened at that point, turning my gaze to hers, and she just smiled as our eyes met. "Though your arm is being a little cold, it is not being too cold if I am just clinging to it all night," she explained.

"It's not actually cold," I told her, making her frown. "It's room temperature, it's just, it's metal so it has a lower specific heat, which means the temperature difference gets absorbed faster." Jutaana blinked at me guilelessly, completely uncomprehending. "See, metal's temperature changes faster - so the temperature of your skin also changes faster. Since it's a bit cooler than your skin, it feels even cooler, because you can only notice the change in temperature, not the maximum theoretical severity."

"Oh! I am thinking I understand! Like how when it is cold and windy it is feeling colder than when it is just cold?"

"Sort of," I said. "Not quite the same effect, but something like that."

"Yes! Thank you for explaining things to me, Master," she said, kissing my neck again. "Are you wanting morning sex with me? We had late night sex so you can have morning sex with another girl and I won't be minding. It is natural for an amazing man like you to be fucking lots of girls and you are having four beautiful girls who all are wanting to be fucking you!"

I leaned back for a second, and Jutaana stared at me.

"Ah! Are you not knowing that Eshie is wanting to be fucking you? I can be getting her now so you can be fucking her like she is wanting!"

"Jutaana, not everybody wants to have sex right out the gate with someone they're attracted to," I told her. She just squinted at me as if in confusion at the very idea. "Eshenesra is quite cute, but she's obviously more the-" I was cut off by the blare of a loud horn, and I rolled out of bed as Jutaana simultaneously leapt to her feet, grabbing her sword and going out completely in the nude.

I guess it wasn't like her normal clothes really protected her either, but I was a bit more circumspect and pulled on a pair of pants before following her out, another horn blare filling the air. People were scrambling to get armed and armored, and a bit of looking around soon revealed the cause - a boat on the horizon. It looked quite large, but definitely an older sort of vessel, being made entirely from wood. Those were the common style down south, as far as I knew.

Jutaana remained strikingly nude by my side, blade at the ready, a half step in front of me as we watched the Siyaki ready themselves. Akamarina eventually appeared as well, her distinctive splashing footfalls accompanying her. "It appears leporagi don't understand clothes."

"Being nude in battle is actually being good, it is telling enemy you are very very not afraid," Jutaana replied. "They are getting scared and going, 'what is she knowing I am not knowing?' Which is that I am going to be cutting off heads if they are attacking nice Siyaki who prepared us food!"

"Jutaana was nude when we heard the horn, and she decided not to double back once we saw how far away the boat was," I added. "Plus, it's not like her normal clothes would protect her better."

"That is also being true."

"Truly, your little harem is a wonder of the world," Akamarina said sourly.

"Should I stay with you?" Eshenesra's voice was soft and unsure. "I can use Light or Fire magic, but I'm here as a healer, but there are lots of people who will probably be injured." A Siyaki woman barked at Eshenesra, making her jerk in surprise and turn around. A few quick more words, and she moved on. "She's saying we should man the walls if we want to help," she explained.

"Yes, I did imagine the walls would be helpful," Akamarina added.

"You can't just clamber onto a foreign people's walls," I said, even as I headed for them - we were invited, now, after all. The approaching ship was getting ever closer. "Find out what you can about the attackers, Eshenesra," I told her.

"Y-yes, mmmaster," she said, stepping over to one of the Siyaki, having to go through a good few before she found one that spoke Nyzhraga. They exchanged some terse words, and she came back. "They're raiders and human sacrificers. They use long spears and shields, but also some carry clubs they use to beat people into submission so they can be dragged to be sacrificed. I don't think they know much magic, but they may have a bit of the sort of strange magic the locals often use - something like a Light blessing, but longer-lasting and more diffuse," she explained.

"Thank you," Jutaana said, making Eshenesra look her way - then turn scarlet and look away. "It is being nothing you have not already seen! You should be having sex with Master too," she added, and Eshenesra looked about ready to pass out just from those words.

Fortunately, she was spared much more conversation, because the large boat sent out smaller boats, on which were... well, it took me a bit to identify them. For a few seconds I thought that perhaps the attackers had some sort of giant birds, or perhaps feather head dresses? Then I managed to piece together what I was seeing properly - scales and feathers alike, with long, slim figures. They looked like what one might expect snake-men to look like, except that their bodies were lightly coated with a wide variety of brilliant feathers, red and yellow and blue and green all mixing together, combined with a tawny undergarment of scales.

As the ships arrived at the shoreline, they fell under a rain of crossbow fire from the Siyaki, and Eshenesra began to chant, slowly manifesting sparks of fire at her fingertips. I myself let my arm transform once more into a cannon, pointing at the oncoming soldiers as they held their shields overhead, hissing loudly as they began to rush forward. Since the range on my arm's cannon were much better than a crossbow, and the strength was far greater, the loud 'kachoom' that ensued saw two attackers simply fall, giant sucking chest wounds appearing in their flesh, blood pluming out in a gory mess.

"Master is being so amazing," Jutaana said excitedly. "Ah, Master, can we be having morning sex after this?" I didn't look her way. "Oh, Master is being fighting, sorry for getting too excited! I am being worst slave!" She actually yanked one of her ears down to hold it under her chin in a nervous tic, but I didn't spare her a glance, being preoccupied.

Akamarina imperiously stared down at the approaching figures - and then her body flowed forward, smashing into the midst of them. Spears stabbed at her body, but flowed through powerlessly, and she simply reached up with one hand to two of them, pulling back a scant moment later as they just started to drown in the air, her arms short two hands but her uncaring as she moved onto the next. I kept firing my cannon at the invading armies, and Eshenesra finished her chant - at which point a massive fireball, wide enough to outdo your outstretched arms, flew out at the most recently-arriving group of enemies, killing much of them.

The crossbow bolts, they'd been prepared for, and only one or two had fallen; but they clearly hadn't been ready for Akamarina, myself, and Eshenesra, so the boats that were still approaching began to turn and retreat, while the men on the shoreline tried to scamper away from Akamarina or fruitlessly charge on in the hopes of managing to scale the walls before they could be picked off. Neither strategy worked, and soon the region between the beach and the town's walls was littered with several dozen bodies, and ruined canoes were cast along the beach like a sprinkle of seeds across dirt.

When it was all done, a Siyaki woman approached me - I wasn't fully accustomed to the Siyaki's faces, so it took me a couple seconds to recognize her as Bakwai. Particularly given she was wearing a chain shirt and a plate skirt. She spoke in a hurried rush, but I couldn't understand a single word. She turned to Eshenesra after a second, but Bakwai didn't speak Nyzhraga, so that wasn't much help. At last, she just approached me and licked my neck, taking hold of the wrist that didn't currently end in a cannon and placing it on her breast.

That, she didn't need translation for. My cannon hand shifted back to normal, and I placed it in between her thighs, earning a hot pant from the woman herself, her clit - clearly engorged, but not bigger than a thumb, despite what you might have heard from various other reports of the Siyaki - throbbing against my fingers as I tried to find my way in between her thighs.

"Ah!" Jutaana said, sounding more sad than anything else. "Well, Master was having sex with me yesterday night, so I can be waiting for him to finish having sex with new woman! I am not upset master! I am knowing women are sometimes saying that when they are not meaning it but I am meaning it!"

For a few seconds, Bakwai ground her pelvis against my hand, then she pulled back from my neck, barked a few words - the only one I understood was 'Hob' - and grabbed my wrist, dragging me along with her. Jutaana and Eshenesra both followed, with Akamarina having decided she was enjoying drowning the raiders and not come back just yet.

Bakwai guided me to what was clearly her home, constructed out of the same clay bricks as all the others, a modest thing, but she had a bed that was a bit better than a cot, and she practically threw me down on it. "Hob, jarumi mai ƙarfi kamar ku ya cancanci kyakkyawar mace maimakon masu fuskar alade da kuke da su," she said, as she pulled the chain shirt she was wearing off.

"I still have no idea what you just said," I told her, and she just yanked my pants off, my cock bouncing free. Her hand gently wrapped around my length, feeling strange - it was lightly furred, coated in a soft coat of it, warm to the touch - but still quite pleasant. She gently jerked it, licking her lips, her free hand reaching down to pull off the skirt. Her nipples were just barely visible, perky among the fur; and soon enough, she was bare of clothes altogether, her engorged clit more visible than her slick sex thanks to her fur. "You are quite beautiful, Bakwai," I told her, and I think she got the message well enough, gauging by the way she seemed to preen, ears slicking back for a moment as she shifted into position to ride me cowgirl, pointing my cock right at her slick entrance.

"Ku biyu, ku duba na yi wa maigidan ku da kyau," she said, turning her gaze to the still-present Jutaana and Eshenesra, who'd followed me here.

"Ah... sorry, excuse me," Eshenesra said, stepping out of the room. By the look on Bakwai's face, she hadn't been asking Eshenesra to go, but I didn't stop her. Given that Jutaana was still here, Bakwai decided to just focus on me once more, planting her hands on my stomach, cooing with interest as she ran her fingers along me - and then she slid herself down my cock.

She let out a soft howl at the sensation, her tail beating rapidly behind her as her ears pleasantly twitched. She started to bounce quite quickly, her breasts giving me a lovely and enticing show, my hands sliding along her stomach up to the gorgeous round orbs, caressing and holding them as she moved up and down on my dick. I played with her nipples for a few seconds, thumbing them, teasing the areolae, then just giving them a little pinch, but I found they weren't particularly sensitive, so my hand slid back down her stomach to her sex, playing with her clit.

At that, her mouth fell open, panting loudly, long tongue stretching out and saliva dripping down onto my bare chest. Her noises got more intense as she bounced on my cock, and I enjoyed the show that she was putting on, her nude body quite exotic to my eyes, but still quite beautiful in its own way. I just leaned up into her, pressing her clit against my stomach in the process, as I found one of her nipples and started to suck - at which point, she promptly came, howling loudly as she did, her body twitching atop me, her pussy squeezing and milking at my cock. One powerful hand came for the back of my head, holding me against her as she came and ground against me, clit caught between two of my fingers, tip pressed against my pelvic bone, her pussy just leaking all over my dick.

When she was finished coming, she started to bounce again on my cock, still holding me against her breast, sparing a look over at Jutaana even as she desperately panted for air. "Wannan shine yadda mace ta gaske take jima'i, Jutaana." There was a certain note of pride to her voice as she spoke, though it was hard to tell quite what emotion she meant to put into the words, when she was still coming down from a quite powerful orgasm.

"Mm, yes, Master is being very good at sex," Jutaana said, having no idea what Bakwai had just said but wanting to be polite. "Be enjoying! Sex with Master is especially nice if you are not wanting a baby, since he is human and you are not, so you cannot be getting pregnant," she added.

Bakwai decided, at that point, to pull me off her breast, pushing me back down onto my back. She leaned down atop me, pressing her wet, cool nose against mine - and then licked my mouth with her own large tongue, the movement simultaneously familiar and alien. I did my best to kiss her back properly, but I definitely wasn't used to making out with a girl with a muzzle, so my tongue mostly just got wetly slapped at by her own much-larger tongue. My cock twitched and throbbed inside her, my hips bucking up against hers as her clit got ground against my pelvis, and her hips became more intense even as her sharp nipples scraped along my bare chest.

The hand that wasn't teasing her clit - playing with it, rubbing it with my thumb, catching it between two fingers and just pinching, making her pant and howl - began to explore her body agiain in this new position, groping her firm ass. Her tail beat all the swifter at the touch, and I groaned as her cunt started to just squeeze on my cock, her pussy milking at me with all her inner muscles. Not from an orgasm, but an intentional act.

She broke off the lip to lip kiss to instead lick at my neck, howling and barking intermittently, tail swishing behind her, losing herself altogether to the lust of the moment. The utter lack of inhibition was something truly incredible, making my cock twitch inside her as she ground and bounced atop me, my eyes able to only lightly explore her body due to our respective positions. It took little time for her to come again, howling loudly into my ear, and I grunted and thrust up against her as her pussy spasmed around my cock.

Her breathing became ragged at that point, clearly struggling to keep bouncing on my cock, so I decided to spare her the effort, grabbing her hips and rolling her onto her back. "Me kuke yi? Ya kamata mace ta kasance a saman, mutumin banza." Her words were delirious, breathless, and completely incomprehensible as her orange eyes lazily rolled their way up to me.

With one hand, I played with her clit; with the other, I gripped her thigh to hold her in place and just started to pound, railing her tight body. Her eyes widened at the sheer intensity of the fuck she was receiving, her body twitching on my cock as her clit throbbed and pulsed between my fingers. Her hips undulated faintly in unmet desire, and her hands reached up for a moment before coming back down, instead groping and caressing her own breasts in an act of self-pleasure. "Just enjoy yourself, Bakwai," I told her. She only barked in reply, tail rapidly beating behind her as she did, a loud thump-thump noise that added to the delight of the screw.

When Bakwai came again, I spared a quick glance out of the corner of my eye at Jutaana. She was still naked, of course. Not masturbating, but on display, and clearly aroused, her nipples perky, a thin trail of her juices running down her inner thigh, her clit engorged with arousal (though no match for Bakwai's in size, of course). Her lips were parted, her cheeks flush, her blue eyes gorgeous as they looked at me, as they lost themselves in the moment. Combined with the feeling of Bakwai's spasming pussy, I went balls deep inside her and just erupted with a low groan, spraying a fruitless load of cum all over her waiting insides. She shuddered softly at the feeling, letting out a doglike whimper, and when I was spent, I pulled out, panting for a moment myself.

She reached up to grab my neck and pulled me down into her, pressing me into her breasts and shifting into a rather aggressive cuddle. I couldn't help but chuckle. "I do get to leave eventually, right, Bakwai?"

"Yanzu lokaci ya yi da za a rike juna," she said, which sounded like the opposite. I decided to embrace her for the moment all the same, even if it meant Jutaana would have to go without for a bit. It was nice to be held by such a big, fluffy, muscular woman, either way.

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