An Extra's Rise in an Eroge-Chapter 230: Celebration***

The fires burned bright under the moonlit sky, but away from the main festivities where families danced and elders chanted prayers, another kind of celebration brewed—deeper in the woods, past the roaring drums and flickering lights.

Arthur had barely taken a step toward the feast before a group of boisterous wolfmen grabbed him by the arms, dragging him with cheerful shouts.

"Hey! The hero's here!"

"The man who brought back our totems—get over here!"

Before he could protest, he was hauled into a wide, secluded open space surrounded by thick trees and roaring flames. Wooden barrels of liquor lined the edges, meat roasted over giant spits, and the scent of sex and spice filled the air like a drug.

It was a men's celebration.

A few dozen warriors lounged on cushions and wooden logs, laughing, drinking, and—

"Give him the front seat!" one barked.

Arthur was shoved forward, right onto a throne-like seat carved from darkwood and draped in the pelt of a dire beast.

And oh, boy—that's when it hit him.

The real show had just begun.

Naked beastkin girls moved around the fire like sin incarnate—soft curves and wild eyes, bodies painted in tribal inks that glowed in the firelight. Rabbit girls with bouncing tits and twitching ears straddled men's laps, grinding with a sinful rhythm that made even the seasoned warriors groan. Thick, wide-hipped cow girls poured frothing mead down their massive breasts, letting the warm liquor slide between their tits—only for tongues to chase every drop.

Foxkin beauties with sly, lustful smiles danced with slow, teasing hip rolls, their tails brushing along thighs, while pantherkin seductresses in nothing but golden piercings rubbed their backs against cocks already hard from the heat of the moment.

One of the girls—a wolfkin with silver fur and glowing eyes—crawled up to Arthur on all fours. Without a word, she straddled his lap, her plump, bare ass settling down as she leaned forward, rubbing her soft tits across his chest. Her lips brushed his ear.

"You brought the fire back to the tribe. Let us return the favor… and worship you as the beast you are."

Cheers erupted around them.

All around him, the night had turned into a pit of raw desire.

Warriors lounged with their cocks out, already buried in tight, dripping holes. A rabbitkin with thick thighs and perky tits rode a man's face shamelessly, her moans loud, body trembling as his tongue worked her over. She wasn't even trying to be modest—gripping his hair, grinding harder, her juices dripping down his cheeks. Her ears twitched with each jolt of pleasure.

Nearby, a pair of catkin girls were on their knees, side by side, their faces messy with spit and cum. They took turns sucking one man's cock—deep, sloppy, fast—while he grabbed both their heads, holding them down, facefucking them like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Their golden piercings jingled with each thrust.

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The fire crackled louder than ever, shadows of naked bodies dancing wildly across the trees. The ground was already littered with tossed clothes, empty liquor jugs, and moaning women sprawled across furs and laps.

Arthur was no longer just a guest—he was the center of it.

The silver-furred wolfkin in his lap hadn't stopped grinding against him. Her pussy was soaked, leaving dark patches on his pants as she rocked back and forth, moaning with every rub. Her hands were under his shirt now, feeling his chest, her claws dragging lightly across his abs.

"Let me taste the hero," she whispered, eyes glowing with heat.

Before Arthur could answer, two more women approached—a pair of foxkin twins, sleek and sensual, their tails brushing across his shoulders as they knelt beside the seat.

"He's tense," one purred.

"Let's fix that," the other smirked.

Together, they undid his pants, slipping them down, revealing the thick bulge straining against his underwear. The wolfkin let out a needy whine, biting her lip.

"I want the first ride," she growled.

The twins looked up at her. "You'll get your turn. But we'll get him ready."

And then came the feast.

One twin kissed his thighs, the other traced her tongue over his abs, licking the sweat off his skin. Their hands were everywhere—stroking, teasing, palming the bulge that grew harder with every second. One slipped her tongue under the waistband, dragging it down slowly. The wolfkin moved off his lap, kneeling between his legs now, stroking his cock the moment it was freed.

"Fucking hell," she whispered. "You're bigger than I thought."

She leaned in and pressed her face against it, nuzzling and licking the base while the twins focused on his chest and neck, kissing, biting, marking.

Around them, the orgy was growing louder.

A rabbit girl screamed in pleasure as two men lifted her in the air, one fucking her from behind while the other thrust into her mouth. A beastkin girl was held down by three more, her legs shaking as they took turns filling her. Moans, wet slaps, and cries of "Harder!" and "More!" echoed through the clearing.

Arthur didn't even flinch. His cock was now in the wolfkin's mouth—her warm tongue swirling around the head while her hands pumped the shaft. She sucked slow and deep, savoring every inch, moaning like she was being fucked just from the taste.

The foxkin twins pressed their naked bodies against him, sandwiching him with their soft breasts, kissing his neck and whispering filth into his ear.

"You're not allowed to cum yet," one said.

"You belong to the whole tribe tonight," the other grinned.

And from the crowd, more women were approaching—catkin, bear girls, lizardkin with sleek scales and forked tongues, a thick-bodied minotaur girl with breasts bigger than Arthur's head. All naked. All wet. All hungry.

They surrounded him like predators in heat.

And the real orgy? It hadn't even started.

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