Volume 7 Chapter 8 Sharing Life With A Beastwoman Mature Woman Part ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
With a long, trembling sigh, Ms. Mor savored the lingering waves of her climax, her body gently shuddering before relaxing completely in my arms.
I felt a quiet, yet profound, sense of accomplishment—being able to bring a woman so physically seasoned to this state of contentment.
As expected, I was painfully aroused, my body tense with anticipation.
Beyond the intensified desire caused by the Life-Sharing magic, the knowledge that I had been able to connect with this dignified, mature beastwoman stirred something deeper within me.
So—
”Ms. Mor… I want to be with you,” I said, voice low but earnest.
Though her body was still faintly trembling, I aligned myself against her, guided by her quiet acceptance.
”…Yes… please… make me yours…” she whispered, voice thin with afterglow, yet unmistakably inviting.
Even in her daze, Ms. Mor welcomed me without hesitation. I leaned in, grateful for her openness, embracing her as I gently kissed her lips, cheeks, and temples—pressing warmth into every inch of her until she settled.
”You’re so strong… and yet, so tender…” she murmured, gazing up at me through softened eyes.
Then she smiled, almost playfully. “Please… take your time with this beastwoman’s body, my ‘Master.’”
She called me Master.
”T/N: This is both a cultural term of reverence and a bond of fealty among beastwomen.”
”Ah… so this is what you meant?” I asked gently.
”Yes. Beastwomen give their loyalty freely to those who save them. And I… have no treasures or titles to offer you… All I can give is my devotion—and this body you have chosen to cherish.”
I had known this moment might come when I first invoked Life-Sharing. My teacher had warned me that saving a beastwoman would lead to this kind of bond.
Still, I had made the choice freely. And now that the moment was here, I wouldn’t run from it. I would accept it—and her—with the sincerity she deserved.
”I understand. Then from now on… I just call you Mor,” I said, smiling.
At that, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me close—completely.
”…Master… my Master…” she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. Yet there was joy there too, a glow that came from somewhere deep within her.
”We’ll talk more later… but for now… please, help tame this wild heart with your warmth,” she said, voice thick with emotion.
She clung to me with trembling devotion, her body welcoming mine in slow, rhythmic pulses. Though I hadn’t moved, she met me with a surprising and graceful strength.
”Nnnh…” I breathed, overwhelmed by the sensation.
She moved with skill and intention, as if her body knew instinctively how to bring comfort and pleasure at once. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
”You’re amazing, Mor… I can feel everything,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers.
She gave a soft, hushed laugh. “Beastwoman bodies are a little different… but I’m glad I can make you feel this way.”
She gently rocked her hips, and I instinctively matched her rhythm. Our movements began to sync, slow but natural, like two hearts pulsing to the same beat.
”Mmnh…” she exhaled, lips parting as she looked up at me.
Even the smallest motion sent a wave of warmth through me. The sensation climbed my spine and blurred the edges of my thoughts.
”Mor… you’re mine now,” I said, breath catching.
”I am… I belong to you,” she answered, clinging tighter.
Something about her complete surrender, paired with her mature grace, sent a wave of emotion through me. It was more than physical. I felt a connection threading between us—an unspoken vow sealed not in words, but in shared breath and trust.
”I’m… I’m going to—”
”Please… I’m ready,” she whispered.
”Mor…!”
My body tensed, and I held her as tightly as I dared. My senses were flooded—heart racing, breath stolen, eyes shut.
She gasped, burying her face in my shoulder as a warm glow surrounded her.
”Ah… ohhh…” she murmured, clinging to me with everything she had.
The light that burst forth from her skin shimmered like magic—pure and clean.
Her body trembled one last time before softening completely in my arms. She looked peaceful, lips parted slightly, a faint smile on her face even as unconsciousness took her.
Her breathing slowed. Tears mixed with the gentle drool at the corner of her mouth. She had fallen asleep, overwhelmed—but content.
T/N: The Division of Life magic has completed its work. The poison and disease within her have been cleansed.
I watched over her for a long moment, a deep sense of satisfaction settling over me. I had saved her.
And yet, even as I withdrew from the warmth of her resting body, my own remained tense, my breathing uneven.
That was when I heard the soft voices behind me.
”Souyuz… please, take care of us too… tonight…” came the hesitant plea.
”Heh… heh…” I turned to find the two slave girls watching, their bodies trembling, barely able to remain upright.
Rena sat flat on the floor, her legs rubbing together nervously over her shorts. From the scattered dampness around her, I could tell she’d already lost control a few times.
Vera, on the other hand, could no longer form words. From beneath her skirt, where her hands remained hidden, the sound of moisture was unmistakable. Her eyes, filled with both yearning and vulnerability, looked straight at me, pleading.
Of course, it was impossible for me to resist a sight like that.
”Lena, Vera… Let me hold you.”
I opened my arms wide, speaking earnestly. At once, the two girls responded, quickly shedding their clothes and scrambling onto the bed, flushed with need.
”Master Soyuz! Our Master!”
”Soyuu! Soyuu! Soyuu!”
Clearly affected by what they had just witnessed between Mor and me, the two of them had been pushed beyond their limits. With all restraint forgotten, they showered me with eager, almost frantic affection, kissing and nuzzling every inch of my body.
Their enthusiasm was contagious. I drew Lena, who was licking at my chest, closer to my waist, and pulled Vera toward me by the chin, stealing a kiss that melted into a deep, fervent exchange.
”Master of our hearts… and everything else!” Lena said playfully, her voice sweet and teasing as she moved lower, pressing close with reverence.
While Vera continued the kiss, her tongue exploring gently, I reached out and caressed Lena’s head. She responded with a soft, pleased hum. At the same time, my fingers found their way to Vera’s thigh and eventually to the warm, damp heat between her legs. She gasped against my lips.
”Mmm…!”
”Hah… Nnh…!”
Lena shuddered, her breath catching as she pressed herself closer, her body trembling with release simply from my touch and attention. Vera gripped me tightly, whispering words of affection in between sharp breaths.
Their sincere devotion—the way they gave themselves to me so freely—stirred a powerful mix of gratitude and desire.
”Lena… I’m close. Vera, let’s reach it together.”
I held Lena gently but firmly, while continuing to move my fingers with care and rhythm against Vera.
Their reactions only grew more impassioned.
”Hnn…!”
”I-I’m with you, Soyuu…!”
Lena moved with determination, her expression serious and loving, while Vera arched and shook, overcome.
”Kuh… Lena!” I cried, body tightening with release.
Lena clung to me, holding my waist with trembling arms, her breath ragged but satisfied. As I leaned forward to offer Vera a kiss in gratitude, my lips brushing her ear—
”Ahh!”
She jolted violently, hips bucking, and collapsed backward onto the bed, utterly undone.
And so, I had brought both girls to their limits. Yet, to my surprise, my body remained firm and strong—no doubt another result of the Life-Sharing magic. I couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t enhancing more than just my stamina.
”Lena, my precious one,” I said gently, brushing her hair away from her cheek.
”Ju~u… Yes, Master! Lena’s yours completely!”
She lay back before me, smiling radiantly, and without shame spread her legs wide in invitation. Her body was flushed, trembling slightly, her desire clear in every gesture.
”Thank you, Lena. I love you.”
With heartfelt sincerity, I lay atop her and moved to meet her—gently, completely.
”Aah… Master Soyuz… you’re using Lena’s body… I’m so happy…”
Her eyes gazed up at me, full of trust and admiration.
”Since you’re tired, Master… let Lena take care of everything,” she whispered with loving determination.
She began to move her hips carefully but with purpose, her body offering comfort and care without asking for anything in return.
”Hnn… How is it, Master?”
”Yeah… it feels good, Lena. You’re wonderful. I love you.”
Her eyes filled with tears—not from pain, but joy—and she moved more passionately, pouring herself into every motion.
I leaned down, ready to give her a grateful kiss—
”Wah!?”
A startling sensation struck me from behind, making me jolt.
When I turned, I was shocked to see Ms. Mor—whom I thought had fallen into deep sleep—now kneeling behind me with a flushed expression and a mischievous gleam in her eye.
”Ms. Mor?! What are you doing?”
She looked up at me, expression calm and almost reverent. “Demonstrating submission, Master.”
”Submission…?”
”For us beastwomen, this act is the ultimate symbol of loyalty and devotion. Please… let this Mor remain close to you always.”
Before I could respond, she leaned forward again, placing a kiss at the base of my spine. Her long tongue pressed against my lower back and moved downward.
”H-Hey! That’s enough! This is—!”
”There should be no impurity left… on the body of my beloved master,” she murmured, continuing her actions without hesitation.
Despite my protests and mounting embarrassment, she didn’t stop. Her motions—unexpected, strange, and intense—sent conflicting sensations through my body, somewhere between pleasure and discomfort.
Is this… what it feels like for a girl?
The thought made my mind reel. It was bizarre and overwhelming—and deeply confusing.
Below, Lena exclaimed with joy, “Master’s energy is surging!”
She moved faster, clearly excited by what she saw, her body meeting mine with loud, steady rhythm. I was utterly overwhelmed—my mind, my body—caught in sensations I could no longer control.
And just as I was about to tip over the edge—
”Soyuu! I love you!” came another voice.
Vera, now recovered, clung to me and bit softly at my ear, her tongue trailing in.
A wet, ticklish sensation followed, and it sent lightning through my spine.
”Ah! Aah! W-what!?”
The three of them—Lena below, Vera at my side, and Mor behind—had surrounded me with relentless affection and overwhelming stimulation.
”Aaah! I… I can’t…!”
The pressure built to a dizzying peak. The combined sensations—physical and emotional—tipped me into release. My voice cracked into something high and unfamiliar, and everything went white.
When I finally collapsed, my body trembling and breath short, I fell into unconsciousness—completely overwhelmed, yet surrounded by warmth.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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