Beast Position with Kir's Clone
Kir, the beastkin girl, perked up at the sounds coming from beyond the door, her curiosity piqued as she crept slowly toward the room where Yuseong was staying and pressed her ear against it.
"Meow! Hah... this guy's really wasted!"
"What nonsense! Sniff! You're the one with a face red as a beet..."
But hearing the footsteps of guests from downstairs heading up, she realized it would be a disaster if they caught her eavesdropping in the middle of the hallway. She hurriedly slipped back to her own room. But even there, it didn't matter. She had her secret weapon...!!
Yuseong... could it be like that time?
She hadn't caught everything on her rushed retreat, but the faint sounds leaking through were unmistakably like those she secretly enjoyed listening to as a hobby. Knowing eavesdropping was wrong but unable to shake the habit, Kir concentrated her mana into her ears, sharpening her senses.
The moment her hearing enhanced, the sounds reaching Kir were...
"Ngh...! Kir...!"
...Huh?
Yuseong's voice calling her name. And then...
-Twitch!!♥
For some reason, a ticklish sensation suddenly prickled her lower body.
.
.
.
-Schlick!!♥
"Kuh...!!"
The moment I thrust my cock forward, I felt the tight, narrow walls of her pussy enveloping it, and a groan escaped me unbidden.
I knew it would be tight, but damn...!!
I'd loosened her up with my fingers as much as possible, but time had been short. Thanks to my efforts, some love juices were flowing, letting my cock inch inside bit by bit. Still, every push stretched her inner space forcibly, unleashing insane pressure on my shaft.
-Tremble...!!♥
Even this soulless shell of a body showed basic physiological responses, and the replica reacted in her own way. Her tail stood rigidly erect, and from the mouth that had been purring contentedly at the taste of semen moments ago came a stream of panting gasps.
"Hng! Nyaaang!!"
She tried to squirm her body a little, but a soulless form had its limits. Her muscles twitched reflexively at best; Kir's replica couldn't push me away and simply had to accept my cock inch by inch as I directed.
"That's it... good girl, Kir...?"
Even so, the instincts etched into her flesh contracted her muscles to resist my intrusion. I stroked the replica, trying to ease her tension as much as possible. She probably couldn't understand words despite the reactions... but it felt right to call her name anyway.
-Pat pat.
I pulled Kir into an embrace, draping her over me in a face-to-face sitting position, then reached for her ass and patted it. Other areas got some response too, but patting the base where her tail sprouted elicited the best reaction.
"Nyarrng..."
Pausing my cock and patting her ass quieted the panting, her tension easing bit by bit. Feeling that, I finally caught my breath.
Crazy. I almost came right there...!
That pause was for her, sure, but I needed a moment to steady myself too. The moment my cock entered Kir's incredibly tight, gripping pussy—before even reaching her hymen—I'd nearly blown my load.
No, it's not just the tightness...
After visiting brothels to better understand women, I could claim some experience. I'd even fucked Karen's replica—leagues beyond any whore—and Laila, the real deal. Yet even to my seasoned self, Kir's pussy felt shockingly intense.
-Wriggles♥
The dense folds clustered tightly inside tormented my cock gently, not just squeezing hard but subtly twitching with her tail's sway, stimulating me exquisitely. A textbook legendary pussy.
As I lost myself in the sensation, while slowly lowering her body with firm grip, the tip of my cock caught on something.
Yeah, in a pussy this tight, she wouldn't be a virgin otherwise.
A soft, yielding membrane at my glans' tip. Having pierced Laila's once—and replicated it for another go—I knew it instantly. Her hymen. Kir was a virgin, as expected.
"...Hng... nyarrng...♥"
Did the replica sense a male organ at her hymen? Her panting shifted to a strange new tone—wary yet expectant.
I hugged Kir tight. And then...
-Rip...!!♥♥
"......! Nyaaauuung....!"
"Ngh...! Kir...!"
Clutching her trembling body, I forced through her hymen, shoving my cock in. The previous grip was child's play; a whole new level clamped down, nearly ripping my glans off in shock.
The replica, who had panted and yowled beastly, went silent in that instant, merely shuddering.
After the ordeal, my cock—having pierced the fragile membrane—hit another barrier. Not thin like the hymen, but the true end of her pussy. Proof I'd reached her cervix.
".....Nyauung♥."
The moment my cock arrived, her quivering body suddenly calmed. She'd resisted instinctively before, but post-deflowering, she grew docile. Beyond docile...
-Swish!!
Her swishing tail coiled around my wrist patting her ass, stroking it softly. As if courting me.
Self-defense instincts dominated before, but now breeding urges are taking over.
How did replication trigger such primal instincts? At least the yowling stopped, easing my mind. Other guests might hear, Kir or not.
"I'm gonna move now, Kir."
"....Garrng♥."
-Schlick♥schlick♥
With the replica settling, I began moving slowly. Unlike the saliva-loosened entrance, the depths stayed tight and unyielding, demanding more force than expected per thrust. Too hard, and I risked tearing her, so I kept it gentle and slow.
-Rub♥rub♥
Instead, I targeted her cute little tits. Barely thrusting, I ground lightly to loosen her insides gradually, sucking and nibbling her breasts to coax more juices.
...Not much reaction.
Karen and Laila had soaked quickly from tit play, but Kir barely responded despite my efforts.
...Too small?
"Nyarrng...."
.....She doesn't really understand, right?
Sigh. I could enjoy this leisurely as is, but my replication's running low...
As I pondered if expecting full wetness right after deflowering was greedy, I habitually stroked her ass again.
".....Nyarrng!!♥"
Hm?
Her pussy clenched, secreting more juices, easing movement slightly. Testing, I stroked harder and yanked her tail—her body shivered, pussy wetting further.
This is it.
I shifted positions without pulling out, twisting gently until her back and ass faced me. Doggy style, the classic rear-entry.
Her smooth ass and spine curved perfectly into view, tail sprouting from her tailbone swaying like a fishing bobber, tempting me. Staring...
-Grip!!♥
"Hng!!♥"
I seized her tail like a handle and started thrusting. The reaction was explosive—unlike before, her pussy soaked rapidly. Yanking the tail wildly loosened her, creating space to move.
-Schlurp♥
Seizing the moment, I yanked her tail hard while slamming my cock deeper.
-Schluck♥schluck♥
"Nyaaung♥hng♥."
"Kir...! Ngh! You naughty kitty...!!"
I cursed her as a "she-cat" in the heat, pounding wildly in excitement. A beastly mating, male mounting female from behind. Perfect for beastkin Kir.
-Thump♥thump♥
Leaning in with body weight, slamming down—her tail flicked, cute pink chrysanthemum anus winked. Even that peeking hole was alluring; my gaze lingered, and I absentmindedly spanked her ass.
-Smack!!
"Hng!!"
The grip tightened harder, juices gushing more. As the dominant male took control, her body instinctively submitted, ready for breeding. Hot heat and thick pheromones filled the air.
-Smack! Smack!♥
Good reaction—I spanked repeatedly. Her pale ass reddened, juices now leaking out profusely.
"Kir, I'm cumming inside...!"
Feeling replication fading, I yanked her tail viciously while pile-driving into her womb.
Her tail stiffened again, pussy clamping like at the start—as if demanding semen straight to her womb.
-Spurt!!♥
My held-back load erupted, flooding her womb. Shuddering, the replica milked every drop without spilling, squeezing relentlessly.
Feeling that, after the last drop, I forcibly pulled out.
-Pop!!♥♥
So tightly lodged, it popped free with a cork sound; semen and juices splashed, soaking the sheets. As my glans caught her entrance and withdrew,
"....!!~! $"
Her tension released, clear urine flowed freely.
"...Hah. Wow."
Watching blankly, I gave her ass one final smack.
And then.
-...Hng!!
A cat's yowl seemed to echo from somewhere else—not my room.
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.
.
The next day, dissolving Kir's replica erased even the urine traces, leaving a spotless room. Waking refreshed, I opened the door.
Good. Today, back to Brina's...
Thinking of my plans,
"Ow! You scared me... Kir?"
"Ah... Yuseong?"
I bumped into Kir loitering awkwardly with a forced smile.
...Dark circles under her eyes...
She looked exhausted, like she'd pulled an all-nighter. I greeted her.
"You okay, Kir? You look beat... Late night yesterday?"
"Uh? Oh, yeah! I-I got back late...! Yeah."
Good she was late. I'd moaned her name unwittingly; if she'd returned early, disaster.
But...
"...Why are you here?"
Why at my door?
"Ah! Yeah! L-Let's eat breakfast together!"
"You were waiting?"
"N-No, I just woke up too!"
Her twitching ears and odd demeanor aside, I was hungry from last night's exertion, so I accepted and headed out. In that brief door-closing moment, her eyes flashed, scanning my room.
"....Huh...?"
"What's up, Kir?"
"N-Nothing..."
Leading the awkward Kir downstairs, the innkeeper was arguing with a guest.
"I heard it clear as day! Ghosts, I tell ya. Pacing the hall all night—glimpsed white hair...!"
"You drunk fool seeing things and making a fuss!"
I watched idly, ordered a simple sandwich, and munched while gazing out the window with a clear expression.
"....Weird. No one came out..."
Unlike me, Kir muttered worriedly, but I figured it was nothing major.