Warning: Chapter Contains Explicit Content

This Chapter includes detailed oral sex (deep-throating, face-fucking, cum swallowing), multiple males watching and stroking themselves, heavy sexual tension, and primitive beastman mating behavior. Extremely mature (18+) only. Reader discretion is advised.

The cave air felt thicker now, warmer, filled with the low crackle of the fire and the deep, steady breathing of three massive beastmen who were all watching her with different kinds of hunger.

Lin Huahua’s fluffy white rat tail gave a nervous little flick against the furs, her little white rat ears twitching once before flattening shyly against her head as she looked up at Mu Qingyi.

He was so tall, his broad bare chest rising and falling steadily, the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexing with every small movement, his large antlers catching the firelight and casting long protective shadows over her small kneeling form.

His hide skirt hung low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock straining hard against the rough leather, and the sight made her breath catch because he looked even bigger than she had imagined, heavy and long and already leaking a dark wet spot through the material.

She swallowed hard, her big brown eyes wide and shining with a mix of curiosity and nervous heat, because even though her jaw still ached from Hu Baiyu and her lips felt puffy and used, she wanted to know what Mu Qingyi tasted like too.

She had read those books in her old world, the ones where strong males guided their females with soft words and patient hands, and the thought of him talking her through it, of feeling his nurturing warmth while she pleased him, made something low in her belly tighten with shy excitement.

Her fluffy white rat tail curled tighter around her own leg as she whispered, her voice small and breathy, "Mu Qingyi... I... I want to try with you next."

Mu Qingyi’s brown eyes softened even more, but there was a deeper heat in them now, a quiet possessive want that made his deer tail flick once behind him as he reached out and gently cupped her flushed cheek with one big warm hand.

"Only if you are sure, my little one," he murmured, his voice low and steady, full of that calm caring that always made her feel safe even when her heart was pounding.

"You do not have to rush. You do not have to take all of me. I will guide you. I will tell you exactly what feels good. Breathe through your nose, keep your mouth soft, and if it becomes too much, you tap my thigh and I stop. Understand?"

Lin Huahua nodded quickly, her white rat ears twitching with every word he said, because the way he spoke to her — patient, gentle, but with that firm undercurrent of control — made her feel small and protected and strangely warm between her thighs.

She leaned forward on her knees, her small hands resting on his powerful bare thighs for balance, and Mu Qingyi slowly untied his hide skirt, letting it fall away so his thick cock sprang free right in front of her face.

It was huge.

A little bit shorter than Hu Baiyu’s but just as thick, the head flushed dark and already leaking steadily, veins standing out along the heavy shaft, the whole length so heavy it bobbed once when it was freed.

Lin Huahua’s eyes widened, her fluffy white rat tail giving a sharp flick as she stared, curiosity winning over her embarrassment for a moment because she could see the way it throbbed, the way a thick bead of precum gathered at the slit and slowly dripped down the side.

She licked her lips without thinking, her small pink tongue darting out, and Mu Qingyi let out a low, rumbling breath, his big hand gently stroking her white rat ear as he praised her softly.

"That’s it, my little one... look at you, so curious and so brave. You can start with just the head. Open your pretty mouth for me. Yes... just like that."

Lin Huahua parted her lips and took the swollen head inside, her small mouth stretching wide around him as her tongue swirled shyly around the leaking tip.

The taste was different from Hu Baiyu’s — warmer, a little sweeter, with that same masculine saltiness that made her whimper softly around him.

Mu Qingyi groaned low in his chest, the sound deep and controlled, his large antlers tilting forward as he kept one big hand on her cheek and the other gently stroking her hair. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Good girl," he murmured, voice warm and steady, that nurturing tone wrapping around her like a blanket even as his hips gave one slow, careful roll forward, feeding her another inch.

"Suck a little harder... yes... just like that. Use your tongue on the underside... perfect. You are doing so well for me, Huahua. Feel how heavy I am? That is all for you. All because of how sweet you look on your knees for us."

Hu Baiyu watched from the side, his massive bare chest heaving, his blue eyes dark with soft, sweet-like adoration as he stroked his own still-hard cock slowly with one big hand.

The lion’s lion ears were perked forward, his white hair falling softly around his face, and every time Lin Huahua made a little whimpering sound around Mu Qingyi, Hu Baiyu’s purr deepened, his big hand moving faster because seeing his tiny female take the deer so sweetly made his own cock throb with fresh need.

He could not speak, but the way he leaned closer, his free hand gently petting her fluffy white rat tail, said everything. He was proud of her, he loved watching her, he wanted her to feel good while she pleased them.

Feng Yiren, on her other side, was far less patient. The fox’s red eyes burned with dark, mischievous hunger as he openly stroked his own thick cock, his lean bare chest glistening with sweat, his red fox tail lashing sharply behind him.

"Fuck... look at her taking him so deep already," he groaned, voice rough and shameless, his fox ears twitching with every wet sound her mouth made.

"Her little cheeks are hollowing so prettily... I can see her throat working. You are making him leak so much, little rat. Keep going... let him fuck that hot mouth a little deeper. I want to hear you choke on him just a bit."

Mu Qingyi shot the fox a warning glance, but his nurturing hand never stopped stroking Lin Huahua’s hair as he guided her gently.