Morning Rut: Marking Tier's Neck
Having made up my mind about making some puppies, I immediately grabbed Tier's ass, nestled tight in my arms.
"Poppy."
"Hng! Hnng... Yeah?"
Calling her sweetly by her pet name, she seemed to catch my drift right away, rubbing her body against mine and starting to exude her female allure. Her eyes glazed over with arousal, staring straight at me like she was in heat.
"Wanna do it?"
"Grrrng!"
She let out a soft growl of joy, rumbling in her throat, then wriggled out of my arms and flopped onto the bed on all fours, assuming the position. It was the classic doggy style she'd come to crave after all our experiments. Seeing her demand it so eagerly made my lips curl into a smirk.
Dogs are all about doggy, after all.
I sat up calmly and positioned myself behind her plush ass, just like she wanted. Sure, it was morning, and once we got going, she'd be howling like a bitch in heat, and I'd lose myself pounding her senseless. But now, with no reservations holding me back, a chuckle escaped me.
Wasn't this exactly why I got this house?
Daphne'll handle the chores on her own—she's sharp like that.
I worried for a second if Plang might notice and start whining at me, but that was a problem for later.
Isn't this my own little harem palace?
Lost in those silly thoughts, I pressed my cock against Tier's already drooling pussy.
Squelch.
"Hnnngh!"
The sensation of her inhuman tightness and warm walls gripping me through my shaft. Smiling with thick satisfaction, I thrust my hips forward, racing toward the hilt.
Sloooorp!
"Kyaaack!"
My cock plunged in relentlessly until it battered her cervix, making her gasp like she couldn't breathe. Surprised, I felt her pussy twitch around me and prepared a little gift for my girl.
Time for our puppy's rabies shot, huh?
With a wicked grin, I circulated my mana according to the Chukgol Gong incantation I'd learned in the murim world.
"Kyaheeeeeek!!!"
She'd been panting and gulping air to adjust to my massive cock, but her lower belly suddenly ballooned without mercy. It bulged out like I'd shoved a baseball bat inside her.
"Hahk! Hek! Heek!"
Her walls were stuffed completely by my hypertrophied dick, making her hiccup with slutty moans. But the more her body tensed from the reflex, the tighter her pussy clenched, flooding her with electric pleasure instead of pain.
Whew... In a world with interspecies breeding, her pussy's elasticity is killer.
Looking down, I saw my arm-thick cock buried to the root, making her gush like a faucet. Despite the hardcore sight, her pussy still bounced back with insane resilience, squeezing me harder. Beastkin were built different, huh? Or maybe she preferred this monster over the normal size—her body's signals screamed it. A sleazy grin spread across my face.
Twin flames if I've ever seen 'em.
"How's that? Feels good?"
Not wanting my woman to suffer, I gave her time to adjust. Her ragged panting slowed, and her soft, curved tail began wrapping around my waist. The tip fluttered up, tickling my side like a feather. Wherever she'd picked it up, she was overflowing with seductive charm, on the verge of bursting.
"Hek... Y-yeah, Boss. Hnnngh! Hek!"
I hugged her from behind like a beast pouncing, and as she twisted her head to look at me, her eyes brimmed with shyness, affection, adoration, and pure love, beaming straight into my soul. How did this former loser pup, raised like a total nerd, know exactly how to stir a man's heart?
Did she read a romance magazine or something?
I appreciated her showing love, but something felt off—like she was peeking at my reaction mid-act.
Heh. Gotta investigate later.
Using magazine tricks on me... It suited her nerdy ass perfectly, and I couldn't help but laugh. She giggled along, thrilled just to see me amused. Cute as hell.
Learned or natural, when love's confessed, you answer it. I lowered my torso further and buried my face in her nape.
Chomp.
"Kyaaang! Hnnngh!"
I bit down hard, pouring all my affection for her into it. The love was too intense—her blood trickled over my tongue with a faint metallic tang, sliding down my throat. Feeling guilty for the strong stimulus, I started to ease up, but a thought hit me.
For wolf beastkin, biting was affection, and a bite scar was a mate claim, right?
So what's a scarred bite mark mean?
Curiosity piqued mischievously. I paused releasing and instead gnawed her shallow wound, conveying my feelings raw and unfiltered. My hips started a slow rhythm as a bonus.
Too big to rush to heaven, I pistoned languidly. Her mouth, buried under me, leaked vulgar screams as the sheets soaked through.
"Kyaaak! Heek! Hak!"
Mental ecstasy from her nape and physical bliss from my mega-cock—her slutty cries serenaded my love in response. My senses, peaked at superb realm, picked up two familiar presences outside the door. Grinning slyly at my audience, I poured my soul into the performance.
This counts as treating her like the main wife, right? Heh.
Thinking on it, this was Tier's first sober morning fuck—Plang had passed out last time, memory wiped by the high. My alert, loving self this early would definitely rattle Daphne and Plang.
Honestly, though, their bickering beats any main-wife bullshit.
I wasn't sure about real-world Park Jisu, but murim Dokgo Hwaryeon was jealous as hell and hated harems. So these women play-fighting like kids? Adorable from my seat.
Spluuurt.
Daydreaming about their cuteness while slamming away, a familiar splash and scent hit my nose. Snapping to, I looked down: Tier, face in the sheets drooling, half-unconscious from my unchecked pounding.
Normally, I'd stop here out of consideration, but...
Can't disappoint the audience.
Grinning wickedly, I straightened up. Her eyes rolled back, body shuddering wildly. Satisfied, I hoisted her legs over my shoulders.
Her lower half lifted, her arched slut-pose exposing her cum-drooling pussy and cute little asshole to the sunlight.
Mating press is the beastkin special.
Though passed out, her holes twitched instinctively. Smirking, I rammed back in.
Spluuuurt!
"O... ook..."
Bliss aside, my huge cock crushing her folded body choked the air from her—a moan between coquettish and vulgar. Smiling at her, I leaned down and sucked her limp, dangling tongue.
Slurp. Schluuurp.
Her tongue flopped at my whim, saliva endlessly gulped. Chuckling, I hammered down for real.
Thwack! Splack! Thwack!
That morning's rut ended only after carving a scar into Tier's nape. Soon, our mansion echoed with a proud wolf stretching her neck, a fairy frantically polishing spirit stones in rivalry, and a whiny lizard scampering about.
Heh. So cuuute.