It's Not Seduction—It's Sexual Harassment
Morning sunlight crept over the horizon and spilled across the windowsill, slowly chasing the dark from the room. Years of hard-wired body patterns cracked my eyes open on their own, and I pushed myself up with a low groan.
"Heeung…♡"
"Oh, come on. You snuck in again."
The blanket slid off me in a soft rush. Goosebumps prickled along my arms in the cold dawn air—but from the waist down, and across my stomach, there was a suspicious, clinging warmth. A tiny pet saint was rubbing her bare skin all over me.
Schlurp—♡
"Hyaaung♡"
"Look at that. Your belly's all puffed out. Just how many times did you ride me in the night…?"
Even while I slept, she had put that compact little body of hers to full use. Her tiny pussy had swallowed my cock whole—womb and all—like she'd decided overnight to become a living cock-blanket. The cock-sleeve saint didn't seem to hear my half-scolding mutter. Cum-matted hair clung around her mouth as she grinned in her sleep, and the pussy still locked around my shaft kept working it with lazy little chews, as if one night of holding on hadn't been nearly enough.
"Don't tell me you want me to take care of morning wood with your body."
"Eheh… chuup… heehee, it won't go in any deeper…♡"
However hard she'd enjoyed herself while I was out cold, Nemea still had her arms locked around my waist, squeezing tighter as if chasing some dream—and that alone was enough to drag a fresh morning erection straight up into her. I stroked her hair and glanced around the room.
I wanted to make sure the other, much larger lioness wasn't in here with the little one.
"Leo's… not here."
Granted, Leo burned just as hot as Nemea did—but she also handled security around this place. She wasn't the kind of lioness who'd ditch her post for lust and break in with her little sister just to milk a man dry.
…Probably.
"Come on. Get off."
"Heuk— eheh, cockk… do more to my pussyyy♡"
"I said get off."
I let out a breath of relief and patted the still-clinging, still-grinning Nemea's ass. For someone who proudly called herself a cock-sleeve saint, she had no intention of sitting up, let alone leaving the bed. She was clamped on so tight there wasn't even a hint she planned to move.
"…If you're going to jump a sleeping man and keep him all night, at least get up when he asks."
"Heeung…♡"
A rubber balloon doesn't stretch forever. If I kept dumping load after load into that tiny pussy, it would loosen just enough around my cock—and then I could pry Nemea off through the gap.
"Fine. Then I'll use your pussy first thing in the morning to deal with this wood, yeah?"
Schlick—♡
"Ahhnnngh♡"
I took her hips in both hands and rocked them gently up and down, dragging her along my shaft. Our pet saint's limp little tail gave a sharp twitch. I grabbed those pale cheeks again and worked her like a fleshlight—using the tiny cum-extractor of the midnight erection thief—and she twitched once more.
"…You can come clean right now and I'm still going to use you however I want. You're awake, aren't you?"
"Heehee. Caught me!"
"You kept me inside on purpose so you could taste morning cock?"
"Nooo?! I was serving you in my sleep so Ice Man could wake up to my morning pussy!"
Nemea declared herself completely in the right and let out a cute little kyaong of a roar. Any other day I might have called her adorable and played with her ears or ruffled her hair. But the dried cock-hair stuck around her mouth was proof of just how thoroughly she'd milked me overnight, and a nasty little urge rose up—to wreck that face into tears, or into something so filthy she wouldn't dare lift her head in public.
"So Nemea was 'serving' me, huh? No wonder I don't feel tired at all."
"Because I topped up on plenty of cum-fuel from your cock! If you creampie me right now, I bet all those healthy little swimmers will come pouring out in a thick jelly load to gangbang my egg♡"
Want to try? her perked ears and swaying tail seemed to ask. Cute little lioness.
Squish—♡
"Ah…♡"
"You call yourself a saint, but you get filthier by the day."
"Heehee. Since you already dropped the honorifics, keep talking to me like that from now on. It's weird being polite to a cock-sleeve♡"
"I was going to anyway! You filthy saint!"
"Ngyaaaaoong?!"
Squish-squish-squish—♡
I seized her ass and shook it like a madman, forcibly fist-fucking her womb with my cock. A lioness womb already used to taking me folded at once under the relentless pounding against its ceiling; she climaxed on the spot, pissing a hot yellow stream that soaked her belly.
"What am I supposed to do about this?! Look at this mess!"
"Heguuuh— w-we were going to wash anyway! Just because I peed a little doesn't mean you have to—ah, aaaaah♡"
"The bed's filthy! The bed!"
Furious at the unplanned laundry, I kept hammering her womb-ceiling and made the saint apologize with her pussy. Nemea yowled and nipped at me all over, half screaming, half holding it in, dutifully clamping down with pussy and womb alike—every inch the cock-sleeve saint, devoted to her cock-care duties.
"Coming in the cock-sleeve saint's womb…!"
"O-oooooh— p-please cum, I'll take it all, like a proper pet saint, a proper cock-sleeve, I'll take your creampie♡"
Brrrrrt—
The orgasm hit right on the heels of that, and Nemea came with it, melting into the arms locked around her and surrendering her hips. Those oversized breasts for her frame bounced and dragged her nipples across my chest with every roll of her back; her heart-curled tail kept swaying, wicked and unwilling to let go.
"Augh— ahhnnngh, m-my womb's so full…♡"
"If you sneak in again tomorrow while I'm asleep and start using that pussy like you don't know how scary a cock can be, I'll wreck you until you're nothing but a ruined rag of a cunt. Consider yourself warned."
"Yeees, I'll come again tomorrow to take care of your morning wood and your dawn wood with my saint pussyyy♡"
"I told you not to come!"
"Hyaaaaah♡"
Squish-squish—♡
In the end it took one more creampie before I could finally get out of bed.
I dumped Nemea onto the thoroughly ruined mattress—exactly the way she wanted to be handled—and headed straight for the bathroom. I needed to wash off the dried layers of her juices she'd painted all over me overnight, and the bright yellow piss she'd just sprayed across my stomach.
"…"
There was no reason for her to be here—but I still checked the corners for Leo, just in case. A hunter goes for the throat the moment the prey lets its guard down, and Leo stood at the absolute peak of Lion Beastkin hunters. For all I knew she could smash through a wall at any second and clamp that pussy of hers down on my cock.
"She's really not here."
I swept the room again, even staring hard at the ceiling, confirmed Leo's absence, and finally relaxed enough to step into the bathroom.
Like any ordinary home bath, it doubled as a toilet. I opened the door and walked straight in—
"Ah…?"
"Uh."
—and found an elf sitting naked and snow-white on the toilet, her massive breasts thrust out toward me. She'd clearly been about to shower. Or, more immediately, about to pee.
"D-do you not know what knocking is, you ape?!"
"I didn't know you were in here. Excuse me a moment, then…"
"Why are you casually walking into the bathroom?! Get out! And do not take your pants off—get out!"
I shut the door behind me like I owned the place and reached for my waistband. Celestin bellowed at me. I never slept in a shirt, so stripping my pants was enough to leave me bare; her face went scarlet as she clapped one hand over her pussy and tried to cover her chest with the other.
I snorted.
"One hand isn't even close to covering tits that big. Are you asking me to touch them?"
"You see your master's naked body and instead of apologizing, you sexually harass her?!"
"Let's get the words right. It's not sexual harassment—it's molestation."
"That makes it worse!"
Under the open hunger in my stare, pink nipples pushed out over the arm that couldn't fully hide her breasts. Celestin looked ready to start screaming again—but maybe sleeping together as roughly as we had counted for something. She set down the washbasin she'd looked half a second from hurling at my head, and a crooked little smile tugged at her mouth.
"Fine. Harassment or molestation, I'll make a special exception and forgive you this once."
"Will you now?"
"On one condition! You've seen me in a shameful state—so you will show me something equally shameful and take your humiliation in turn!"
"Why does that logic even—besides, I'm naked too. Doesn't that make us even?"
"Who decided that?! Of course I've been staring at that magnificent cock that ruined my pussy past anything I could ever put up at a secondhand market, and of course I've been licking my lips over it! But how is that the same? You're the slave! I'm the master! Don't you dare forget it!"
Still flushed a deep, mortified red, she pointed at the washbasin she'd just set down.
"You're going to piss in that where I can see it! I've watched you shoot cum plenty of times—but I've never seen you pee!"
"Mmm…"
"What are you hesitating for, damn it?! A slave, defying his master's orders—"
"It's not that. It just feels weird if I'm the only one going. And it's not even the toilet."
"Th-then…"
Celestin's eyes rolled in thought. She stretched a foot toward the basin, kicked it clattering into the corner of the bathroom, dropped the hand covering her pussy, and eased her legs a little apart.
"H-how about a combined pee, then? I needed to go anyway…"
"Oh!"
"You filthy ape—?!"
Celestin's face burned scarlet.