Volume 7 Chapter 11 Beastman Daughter And Mother ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
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By the time we handed over the bodies and the captive women to the guild, dawn had begun its slow, colorless creep across the eastern sky.
There was no urgent reason to linger in this town anymore, but neither was there a reason to rush home. We hadn’t unearthed anything meaningful, and the night had left a quiet fatigue in its wake. It felt easier to surrender to it for a while.
So, I booked a second room—for Ms. Mor and Georgia—and slipped back into my own. Lena and Vera curled around me like familiar warmth, and I sank into sleep without ceremony.
When I woke again, the press of their bodies was gone.
In their place, I found Ms. Mor.
She was seated at the head of the bed, my head resting in the gentle curve of her thighs. Her fingers moved slowly through my hair, unhurried, reverent.
”…Didn’t this happen yesterday, too?” I asked, my voice still heavy with sleep. “Where are Lena and Vera?”
Her reply came with a low hum of amusement. “Good morning,” she said softly, her voice catching faintly at the edges, like silk tugged through a ring. “The two of them graciously gave us the honor of your company, Master.”
The word landed with the practiced grace of habit. But I caught the way her eyes smiled.
”Us, huh.”
I turned slightly, my cheek brushing against the fabric of her robe, and caught sight of Georgia.
She stood at the edge of the bed like she might bolt. Her arms were tucked tightly to her sides, her nightgown wrinkled and loose around her knees. Without her usual cloak, she looked younger—too young to be standing so still in a room thick with this kind of silence.
Her posture was stiff with unease, her eyes darting like someone expecting to be scolded. I almost laughed.
”So, what’s the story here?” I asked, half-raising an eyebrow. “Georgia wants to serve me too?”
My voice had been casual—teasing, even—but the question hung in the air like something sacred.
Georgia’s hands clenched at her sides. Her voice cracked when it finally emerged, no louder than a breath pushed uphill.
”Ah! Um—yes. I want to… be yours, Master.”
I sat up, the sheets whispering around my waist.
This wasn’t something to address half-asleep. And it wasn’t surprising, not really. I’d seen it coming like a distant storm on a flat horizon.
But she was still young. Unlike Ms. Mor, she didn’t owe me a debt etched in blood and survival. I’d freed her, sure—but I had been the one responsible for her getting dragged into it all in the first place. It didn’t sit right, the way she looked at me now.
If this was just a case of Mama serves him, so I will too—well, she’d regret that soon enough.
”I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve your loyalty,” I said, keeping my voice measured, the words purposefully cool.
But she shook her head, her hair swinging like a banner of refusal.
”That’s not true!” she said quickly, her voice straining. “You saved my Mama… and me. You helped me when I was trapped with that man… And even when I did awful things, things I should’ve been punished for, you still… let me live. And you’re strong, and kind, and I…”
She stopped, swallowing hard. Her throat worked visibly. For a moment, I thought the tears would win.
But they didn’t.
She lifted her chin instead.
”I’ve come to love you, Master,” she said, each word peeled from her soul like bark from a tree. “So please… take me.”
Her voice cracked at the end, but she stood her ground.
I blinked, caught off guard by the force in her small frame.
”Oh,” I murmured, scratching absently at the back of my neck. “Yeah. That tracks.”
”Aah, so that’s how it is,” I added, exhaling.
Her tail was whipping side to side now, betraying her embarrassment even as her face flushed a deep, fevered red. Beastmen wore their emotions like bruises—visible, unfiltered.
”But I already have your mother working for me,” I said, voice lowering. “And we’ve… you know…”
I trailed off, watching the realization settle on her. This wasn’t something any daughter wanted to hear aloud.
Even so, I needed her to understand. I had made Ms. Mor mine. That wasn’t reversible. Would Georgia really want to follow a man who—
”I don’t mind that!”
The words snapped out of her like a spark off flint.
”You don’t mind?” I asked, eyebrows lifting in disbelief.
Ms. Mor’s hand slipped into mine, grounding me.
”She’s a beastman,” she said gently, her voice rounding into something almost melodic. “For us, there’s no higher joy than choosing to serve a male we revere. Especially one as strong and kind as you—someone who’s given us so much.”
She looked down at our joined hands, then up into my eyes.
”So please… accept Georgia. All of her.”
”Please do!” Georgia added quickly, her voice more certain now. The fear had thinned from her eyes, replaced by a kind of wild, stubborn clarity.
Mother and daughter. Both standing before me like two halves of a vow.
Take care of what you’ve picked up. Don’t abandon it.
The voice of my old master curled through my mind like a shadow on water.
Yeah, damn you. You’re right. As always.
I turned to Ms. Mor, my fingers still tangled with hers.
”You’re sure about this?” I asked. “Because if I take you in… I won’t let you go.”
”I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she whispered. “To serve beside my daughter, under the same man…” Her lips parted on an unsteady breath. “There’s no greater joy.”
She leaned in close, the scent of her—something sharp and sun-warmed—filling the space between us.
”My love for you runs as deep as hers,” she said, the words hushed against my ear. “Please… let her show you the same.”
And then her hand guided mine—slowly, deliberately—down the line of her thigh, the movement as intimate as breath on skin.
Her voice changed timbre, deeper now, rich with a heat she no longer tried to hide.
”We’re both trembling for you,” she murmured. “Do you feel it? The way we ache to be yours?”
Her body answered for her. Damp heat radiated through the thin fabric beneath my palm.
From across the room, Georgia stepped forward.
”Master,” she said, and the word curled through the air like something fragile made bold, “I want your touch too.”
She slipped off her robe in one quick motion, leaving only a whisper of fabric across her hips. Her posture wasn’t hesitant now. She stood tall—defiant in her vulnerability, proud in her want.
There was no part of me that could say no.
”…Alright,” I said, my voice low with gravity. “I’ll take you both.”
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”Now, Georgia, watch carefully as I show you how to serve your master. You’ll learn best by observation.”
”Yes, Mama.”
Ms. Mor sits on my lap, and after instructing Georgia to watch carefully, she bows respectfully.
”Then, my dear, I shall begin my service. Please forgive any awkwardness from my daughters, as they are still unfamiliar with such matters.”
”No need for formality. More importantly, this… please?”
I smile at the tense and stiff Mor and the nervous Georgia, gesturing toward my already noticeable excitement. Ah, yes. I’m also feeling quite energized. It’s impossible not to be enthusiastic about sharing this experience with such a lovely mother and daughter duo.
Mor, upon noticing my excitement, lets out a sigh of appreciation and bows her head.
”If you please…”
She presses a gentle kiss of respect onto my excitement and extends her long, thick tongue to lightly touch the underside.
”Ooh…”
At that single touch, a tingle runs up my spine. But Mor doesn’t stop there. She uses her tongue to explore my excitement in every direction—twirling along the length, touching the sensitive area around the tip, and gently lapping at the center.
Each time I express my delight, she seems incredibly pleased, spreading her smile and even extending her tongue to gently touch my lower back.
”Wow… master, it looks so enjoyable…”
Georgia, beside her, watches her mother’s actions intently, occasionally glancing at me. I find her gaze somewhat endearing, but Mor’s technique leaves me relaxed.
”Ah, Mor… It feels so wonderful… I might reach the peak soon.”
At my honest words, Mor’s ears perk up, and she removes her tongue from my excitement, turning toward Georgia.
”Come now, Georgia. You finish this. Experience your guardian’s essence and memorize its uniqueness. Of course, you must not forget the gesture of respect either?”
”Yes!”
Mor steps back, and Georgia takes her place.
”G-g-g-good day to you, M-master! I offer you my respect, so p-please guide me f-forever!”
She says this while turning bright red, getting on all fours, and pushing her head close to my lap. The wagging of her tail is somehow charming.
”Un. We’ll be companions from now on, Georgia, right?”
Instead of focusing on my excitement, Georgia unexpectedly runs her tongue up my lower back. That’s right—this is the gesture of respect. In any case, being touched in such a personal area by such a young girl is incredibly heartwarming. Fortunately for me, it’s a wonderful experience.
While she doesn’t explore my lower back like Mor did, the sensation of her tongue tracing the lines of my muscles is both soothing and exhilarating, bringing me closer to relaxation. But…
”W-wow, Georgia… It feels amazing… but…”
It feels amazing, but my excitement hasn’t been touched at all. I can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation at this, when…
”Georgia, your guardian’s excitement seems to be waiting.”
Ms. Mor points that out.
”Ah! Sorry!”
It seems Georgia had been focused on my lower back, as she suddenly snaps her head up. Her saliva forms a long, sticky thread. Her youthful, playful behavior warms my heart intensely, yet somehow brings a smile to my face.
”Thank you for touching me here.”
I express my appreciation naturally. Upon hearing that, Georgia smiles even more sweetly, wagging her tail vigorously.
”Yes! I’ll make you feel even more relaxed!”
This time, she focuses on my excitement. As if mimicking Ms. Mor’s earlier technique, she gently touches every part of it. Her enthusiastic tongue movements send waves of relaxation through my body.
”Aah, Georgia, it feels so wonderful! May I reach the peak?”
”Of course!”
When I ask for permission, Georgia gently takes my excitement into her mouth. The long muzzle, unique to her kind, encloses my entire length.
”Move your head and show your affection for his excitement. Use your tongue to gently touch his sides.”
Next to us, Ms. Mor gives instructions, and Georgia obeys her mother, gently touching my sides while moving her head up and down. With cheeks flushed and sparkling eyes full of joy, she diligently shows her affection, giving me an intense feeling of relaxation, along with a sense of warmth and a hint of joy.
This young girl, who pours her entire heart into showing her care, evokes a sense of gratitude and happiness in me.
”Aah! Georgia! I’m reaching the peak! Georgiaaa!”
I share my joy with her in a warm and gentle way.
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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