My Servant System-Chapter 1318 - 1317: Actual Relief (2)*

My tail was trapped between our thighs while my hair was becoming tangled with hers as she constantly kissed my neck and cheeks, all while she alternated between fondling my breasts and grabbing ahold of my hips whenever she needed to go harder.

By the time she came I was already ensuring that the bedding we were laying on top of would forever smell like me, like us, the sheer volume of orgasms she was giving me ensuring that this memory would become something permanent no matter how much we tried to wash it away.

When I felt her knot squeeze past my labia and enter my pussy I came again, and soon we were orgasming together as she started to cum hard inside of me, thick jets of sperm splashing against the back of my womb while the Jackalkin groaned happily in my ears.

"Get pregnant with my pups, Kat... Oh fuck me I want to get you pregnant so Gods damned badly... Me, not Lady Fenyras~! My bitch pregnant with MY pups~!"

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Her gloating way of asking me to conceive with her seed was thrilling just as much as it was titillating, my mate going out of her way to remind me that I had been so close to having a separate mate, to having potentially become someone else's bitch.

That there had been a high chance I had been impregnated by someone besides her, besides our blue skinned paragon of cocky brilliance, besides the ashen haired royalty that we were so blessed to have...

It was a thrill for us both, and it made it all the easier to let go of myself as the feeling of her sperm gushing inside of me washed away every modicum of guilt I had remaining from that Trial.

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Lady Fenyras PoV

I couldn't really help myself anymore; part of me - the part that was still lurking from the days of being feral - demanded that I go claim what should be mine, while another part of me - the one that was just horny - asked me to go and at least take a peek.

To look at the woman I had been stuck with for a little while and see if maybe I could get her to just give me a blowjob at the very least, to maybe convince her that we could be one and done; that her juicy ass could be mine for the night and then we forget about this and head our separate ways.

More of me knew that going to peek at the tent she shared with her lovers was just a fools errand, that there was nothing to be discussed and that I wasn't welcome there, but I still knew that just going would give me the closure to keep going.

I think I wouldn't have actually fucked her, but there was no telling what I would have done considering how pent up I was, and honestly... lust was an easy shortcoming to have after being so well fed on it for centuries, only for it to become a scarcity in your life.

I wanted to have sex again so badly, with either my irritating, superior lover the Empress or if it was with that masochistic bitch who thinks that she is still some paragon of purity and virtue; I wanted to release my passion and energy not through violence meant to kill, but violence meant to pleasure someone.

And as I stalked closer to the tent, I realized that I would have to wait again, but the closer I got the more I knew what I was about to do; the moans, the sounds of flesh striking flesh, the grunts and especially the scents...

It painted a picture in my mind that I could vividly imagine for myself, one that was for me instead of for someone else; and when I took just a little bit of mana to my eye, I grinned again as I watched them for just a few seconds, unable to look away.

It was a disgusting thing to do, a cowardly, stupid thing to do, but watching that prime, wonderful, sarcastic young woman being railed hard, seeing her ass jiggling each time it was pounded, watching her moan and writhe around as she was knotted...

I was harder than I had ever been, and I knew that tonight was one of the first nights in a long time where I was going to masturbate, but it was well worth it as I began to imagine myself as being the one behind her instead of that Begum.

What could have been... just a little more pestering, just a few more hours together and there was a chance we would be doing that instead of her and her mate; there was a chance that we would have done something so terrible to our loved ones...

And yet there was a part of me that wanted it to have happened, but again... my control won out as I slipped away, leaving it behind and admitting that I wouldn't have been happy with myself even if I had been able to have her.

Breaking apart someone's family that I tolerated in a way like that would leave a sour, bitter taste in my soul for the rest of time, because once I had her... I don't think I would have let her go... especially not if she felt even half as good as she looked.

By the time I was in the silence of my own tent I was already pleasuring myself, unable to help it any longer as I started rubbing a hand over each inch of my cock, imagining that it was her smoother, smaller hands... and soon my thoughts were filled with her as I committed a sin.

One that I couldn't help but commit if I wanted some real relief after days of 'suffering' in that Trial... and one that felt so right despite being so wrong.