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Dalshinyang was quick on the uptake. "Dalshinyang." I called out to her first, the one who'd sought out my tent. From the tense look in her eyes as she stared at me, I could tell she wanted something from me.
"O-our tribe wants to stay in the Great Forest, nya. We have no intention of clashing with the elves, and of course, we're not siding with the Demon King's army either, nya."
"So, you want peace?" She nodded at my question. I smirked at how swiftly she was latching onto the winning side.
"But peace isn't free."
"...I don't know if it'll help, but the beastkin will stand by the hero from now on, nya. If you have enemies, they'll be our enemies too, nya."
"Is that the opinion of all the beastkin?"
"Yes, nya." I stroked my chin, watching her offer up her entire race like a bargaining chip. Both the beastkin and Dalshinyang herself seemed well aware that their tribe's power wasn't all that impressive. No surprise there—they'd thrown their strongest forces at it and still couldn't handle a single light sword, so their pride had to be in the gutter. But just because their strength was meager didn't mean their existence was worthless. Well, considering how the continent treated beastkin, that proposition did leave some doubts, but in any case, their joining me wouldn't hurt.
Beastkin, dark elves, dwarves, elves. Having all the non-human races of the continent follow the hero carried some serious symbolic weight. Of course, I wasn't about to accept them just for that symbolism alone.
"And you?"
"Nya?"
"Thanks to me, you got your position as beastkin leader back, and now you're even playing the hero who saved her race, aren't you?" I asked her directly, and she couldn't deny it.
"...What do you want from me, nya?"
As expected. Dalshinyang was a sharp woman who knew how to make efficient use of time.
"Absolute obedience."
"Nyaaang?"
"Well, I won't make you call me 'Master' or anything."
"Why not? I wouldn't mind having a master, nya." At my teasing joke, she curved her eyes into crescents and replied like that. Then, without missing a beat, Dalshinyang began stripping off her clothes. Stripped of her beastkin attire, she had a tantalizing allure. As a cat beastkin, her waist was slim, her breasts moderately developed, accentuating the feminine curves of her body. She crawled toward me on all fours, slowly, licking her hand with a seductive expression. I knew it was meant to tempt me, but I just watched her silently.
"Master, give me some churu, nya." Saying that, she started fumbling with my pants. With saliva-slicked hands, she naturally gripped my cock and stroked it. Already rock-hard from arousal, my dick throbbed in her grasp as she slowly extended her tongue and began licking it. I felt the unique texture of her rough cat tongue gliding over my shaft.
"Haa... it smells like those dark elf bitches, and I don't like it, nya." She muttered that while licking my cock. I'd been playing with the dark elf women just moments ago without washing up, so of course their scent lingered. Like she was trying to erase it from my body, Dalshinyang diligently cleaned my dick with her mouth—licking every inch with her tongue, even taking it fully into her mouth to wipe away every trace of the dark elves' smell.
"Mm." I let out a short groan at the sight of her lewdly swirling her tongue around my cock in her mouth. Dalshinyang definitely had a cunning side. She'd acted all haughty at first, but the moment I mentioned obedience, she turned into a fully tamed cat—adorably so. I knew it was calculated, but I fell for it anyway.
Dalshinyang, who'd been sucking my cock while locking eyes with me, cautiously pulled it from her mouth.
"Feels good, Master?"
"Ah, not bad."
"Heehee... I'll make it feel even better, nya." With those words, she began rubbing her pussy against my cock herself. Like an animal marking its territory, she ground her slit along my shaft, her tail swishing playfully. I grabbed her dancing tail with one hand and yanked.
"Nyahaang!"
Her pussy, which had been rubbing right at the tip of my glans, spread open, and my cock naturally slid inside. Her vaginal walls clenched around the head, the sensation of plunging root-deep sending electric thrills through me. Caught off-guard by the timing, Dalshinyang shuddered and let out a lewd cry.
"Looks like you're feeling it more."
"If Master feels good, then I feel good too... that's obvious, nyaaang." She clenched her pussy in response, and I began savoring her body just like that.
"Hero! A word, if you—"
"Nyeeung."
Isabela, who'd come to the hero's tent, was at a loss for words at the scene before her. A beastkin woman was on all fours like an animal, and the hero was pounding her from behind, hips thrusting vigorously.
"Haaang... more, give me more, nyaaang."
The beastkin woman babbling nonsense with half-lidded eyes didn't faze her. Even the hero bedding a beastkin wasn't her business. But shouldn't they at least pause when someone arrived? Instead, the hero kept fucking away without a hint of shame and even tossed a question her way.
"What is it?"
"Nyaaang... haaaang...!"
"...I'll come back later." Isabela answered his question like that and hurriedly left the tent. But she wasn't feeling embarrassed or anything. She'd lived too long for that, and she saw humans as an entirely different species from herself. Getting aroused by watching other species mate was for perverts, in her view. Still, she'd bolted because there was no reason to stick around and watch.
'What now?'
Out of the tent, Isabela frowned at the mating cries echoing from inside. She'd said she'd come back later, but time wasn't on her side. Human armies were already marching into the elves' forest, and the elves' future hinged on the hero's decision.
"Nyahaang! So good. Nyaaang. Master, your churu tastes so gooood!"
"Ah, your pussy tastes good too."
"Nyaaang!"
Isabela had no choice but to pace anxiously in front of the hero's tent. She'd wait for their fuckfest to end and then talk, but for some reason, the lewd noises showed no sign of stopping.
"You had something to say?"
After dumping my load inside Dalshinyang, I called in Isabela, who'd been waiting outside, and asked. I'd fucked who-knows-how-many women today alone, but thanks to the goddess's blessing, my immortal body knew no fatigue.
"...Put some clothes on first before we talk?"
I gave a sly grin at Isabela, who wrinkled her nose at the sight of me and Dalshinyang.
Putting on clothes wasn't hard, but seeing her discomfort made me not want to indulge her. Truth be told, there was a reason I'd fucked Dalshinyang right in front of her. Dalshinyang might play pet in my presence, but she was the beastkin representative—her bedding me would put some pressure on Isabela. Negotiations favored the one making the other squirm, and with what I wanted from her, I had no reason to make it easy.
"What's the problem with talking like this?"
"...It's not a problem, but." Her gaze naturally drifted to Dalshinyang. Anyone walking in would have their eyes stolen by her. Ass up in the air, half-glazed eyes, crawling on the ground mewling like a cat in heat.
"Don't mind her."
"How can I not mind her like that?"
Isabela shot me that line, eyeing Dalshinyang uncomfortably. I chuckled and gave her my answer.
"My pet cat must be in heat."
Suddenly demoted to a horny cat, Dalshinyang didn't seem to mind one bit.