“Alright, time to knock them all full of babies again!!” “Meow!!”
I felt that getting too morose about Granny Dona wouldn’t do any good, so I decided to pump up my energy instead. This wasn’t something that had just happened yesterday or today. It was certain that Granny would want her living granddaughters and great-grandchildren to remain bright and cheerful. I could say that for sure. With that in mind, I leaped into the circle of cats who were dancing mysteriously around the bonfire that had consumed our clothes.
I relentlessly lunged at the nearest naked girl’s body, burying my nose in her cat ears and pressing my palms against her breasts. If I dug my fingers in without restraint, it would actually hurt her, so I had to be careful. Combined with the fact that my lower half was completely exposed, my behavior was purely that of a drunken, lecherous old man, but I had to raise my intensity this much just to keep up with them. After all, what was gathered here—even in the middle of the day, and without any particular reason—were hundreds of in-heat cats, naked in the outdoors, dancing and celebrating a month soaked in semen. Furthermore, they were all young and overflowing with sexual desire. If I acted timid, I’d just end up being gang-raped. That wouldn’t do. I had to ensure that I was the one getting to fuck and breed them as much as I wanted. This was partly a matter of maintaining my own motivation, but it was also vital so that the cats wouldn’t feel the need to hold back. The level of impulse varied from individual to individual among the cats, and it was also a matter of personality. While cat-beastfolk are generally easygoing, some are quiet and timid. If I acted as if “please, have mercy,” those girls would take me seriously, miss the moment, brood, and ultimately end up losing out. To ensure they could enjoy themselves without guilt, I had to remain a relentlessly greedy dick. It was the same with the Palace; since I was looking after them all single-handedly, this was simply a matter of etiquette.
And so, I joined the dance, grabbing whatever girl was nearby to squeeze her breasts, stroke her buttocks, and thrust my fingers into her pussy only to pull them back out again. There was no accompaniment in particular; they were simply dancing wildly in front of the bonfire without any prior coordination. Thus, even the intrusion of a sexually harassing old man—clumsily doing whatever he pleased while flaunting his erect cock—was met with the cats’ light laughter; in fact, many of them pressed themselves against me, eager to join in. It was a sudden opening ceremony fueled by the expectation of sex. There is a certain kind of joy found only in moments like these.
“Meow~♪” “Papa~♪” “O-oh!”
Even for my daughters, who had explicitly stated they wouldn’t have sex, given the current flow, if they approached me, I would have no choice but to touch them, and if it progressed to a point where kissing was involved, I’d have no choice but to go along with it. It would be dangerous to reject or push them away while everyone was twirling around naked. …K-kissing is safe. It’s safe. As I struggled to desperately redefine my personal “safety line,” I found myself appraising my own daughters—Oh, this girl’s breasts are developing well… this girl’s pussy is positioned quite low…—and I fought desperately to suppress the drop in my excitement caused by my paternal instincts. As long as I don’t p-p-put my cock in, it’s safe. I couldn’t let any strange worries about my daughters dampen the mood here.
…And then, Karsha-san wandered near me. Perhaps because she is also a half-elf, her breasts and buttocks have a striking presence. Setting her height aside, her proportions are not inferior even to Lyra’s. Her slightly dark honey-colored hair fluttered as her eyes met mine, and she gave a faint smile; as if by prior arrangement, her naked body tumbled into my arms when I reached out. She pressed her lush, bare breasts against my hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Fufu… Do you have a use for my body…♪” “That’s a hell of a way to put it.”
I wondered if it was alright for her to be the first one I embraced since arriving at the cat colony, but it was better than the alternative—constantly struggling to maintain my composure every time I felt complicated emotions regarding my daughters’ bodies. Moving to match the rhythm of the dance, I pulled her from behind and whispered into her long ear. “Well, your pussy looks all ready to go, so I think I’ll take you without hesitation.” “Ngh… Yes, please… my baby…♪”
I had heard that she, like other half-elves, had endured many hardships, and that she had apparently been cruelly deceived by a man before. Yet, seeing her dancing wildly and naked among the cats, swaying her hips to a man’s meat under the open sky, there wasn’t a trace of such shadows left in her. She was already one of the cats.
A member of a small village where everyone embraces their sexual desires, and where a single man scatters his seed so that all may become pregnant. If one abandons the typical expectations of happiness—as a human, or even as an elf—then perhaps this, in its own way, is a form of happiness. Driven by a strange excitement, I thrust my erect cock into her for the first time. “Ngh… fu, ah…♪” “Ahhh! Papa, you’ve already put it in!♪” “Who, who is it?♪” As my daughters catch us in the act and jeer, I continue to ravage Kashya while she remains standing. Against a backdrop of blue skies, sandy rocky mountains, and the naked skin of the cat-folk, I grip the half-elven’s white buttocks, savoring my first taste of vaginal pleasure during this stay in the colony. Before I knew it, the sound of drums had joined the dance. Glancing around, I spotted a naked dark elf drumming with her hands. If I recall, she was a former prostitute from Cosmos-san’s place. Furthermore, because the cats had gathered around me and their movements had slowed, several women from the active Maid Corps—who had appeared belatedly near the campfire, which was now easier to approach—were tossing their maid uniforms and underwear into the flames as they stripped. …No, wait, it’s not like we’re holding a festival to burn down the whole village’s wardrobe, okay? While a hint of panic crossed my mind, Kashya’s vaginal walls greedily sought my semen, and her hips moved with an intensity that threatened to overwhelm me. To hold my own, I gripped her breasts firmly and increased the pace of my thrusting. “Haah… haa, haah…♪ I want… to enjoy… even more… ah…♪” Kashya is quite capable herself, but I am a fighter capable of going toe-to-toe, or even exceeding, the prostitutes of Talc. Finding the exact spot within her vagina, hitting it with rhythmic precision, and guiding her toward a climax under the midday sun in front of an audience was effortless for me. …Then, as if to set the tone for the first round, I began to spurt inside her. I withdrew immediately, flaunting the semen splattering across her buttocks and back for the cats to see. “Ah… a, haah…!!♪ I’m… going to get pregnant…♪” Kashya clung to the girls nearby, thrusting her rear out to receive the spray. Sweat and semen glistened and dripped under the sunlight. Watching this scene, the cats let out “Ooh…” and began to show their arousal without even trying to hide it, each one vying for their turn. And so, the month began—a month that would be scented with the aroma of semen throughout the colony.
A few days after I arrived at the colony, the second group of travelers arrived. The cats residing in Polka: Luna, Marone, Cute, and the others. Along with Anzelos, Aurora, Narliss, Almeida… and Elenia, Frena, and the rest. Additionally, several members of the active Maid Corps arrived as their attendants, along with Hilda-san. The reason they were scheduled to join later was… well, simply due to logistics and scheduling, but also because of Luna’s consideration; if too many female slaves surrounded me from the start, the cats might feel intimidated. The logic was that since they were coming here, the cats should be the primary focus. It was better to concede some of the attention to the women who are constantly in my arms at the Palace. Besides, if everyone comes at once, the female slaves end up sucking up a massive amount of semen. Furthermore, since I have become closely involved with this colony, the female slaves have gained considerable influence. It would be difficult for the cats to insist on their sexual rights by pushing them aside. “You’ve certainly been busy…” Narliss wore an exasperated expression as she watched me, while I was busy ravaging the warrior cat Neri persistently, all while several young cat-girls lay nearby, covered in semen at the former entertainment district we were using as an inn. “No, you knew that from the start… what’s with that look?” “Well, I’ve walked around the whole colony, and there’s a fishy smell everywhere. And every single girl is stark naked. Even the ones who aren’t cats.” “Well, everyone burned their clothes on the first day…” “Why on earth would you do that?” “Don’t ask me. When I told them we were staying for a month, they were so excited that they voluntarily burned them.” ”…Hilda-san. Wouldn’t it be better to ask Onyx to arrange some clothes?” “You’re right. Well, if it’s for everyone in this colony, I’m sure your brother can prepare them in three days. Just account for the trip to and from Talc and ask for them about five days before we withdraw.☆”
Hilda-san and Marone also plan to conduct health checkups for the cats. Even if it was a “heavenly decree” that was beyond any cure at the Holy Spring, it is heartbreaking when residents die suddenly, like Grandma Donna. Therefore, I have made it a point to do this particularly often following her death. For the sake of such diagnoses, steady medical technology and knowledge are, after all, essential.
So, I suppose the experience I gained in Malone while working as Hilda’s assistant didn’t go to waste after all. “If that’s the case, it can’t be helped.” Anyway, back to the subject of the clothes. …I noticed Luna and Cute crouching and rustling around, and then they suddenly started a fire. Then, they began nonchalantly tossing their clothes one by one into the flames. “Luna!?” “Everyone else burned theirs; it wouldn’t be right for just the two of us to parade around wearing clothes.” “I don’t think that’s a problem!?” Despite my protests, Luna and Cute successfully conformed to the dress code: complete nudity. “That’s true! ☆” Even Hilda, who had arrived dressed like a proper doctor, stripped off everything to join the incineration. Malone hesitated for a moment, eyes closed in conflict, before following Hilda’s lead. “You guys—!” Naris’s voice rang out.
…That said, it wasn’t as if we had come here knowing it would end in an orgy. In the end, even Elenia and Frena joined in the fray. ”…What are we going to do when we go to Onyx?” “Ah… ☆” No one had thought that far ahead.