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Whatever Happened to Marcus Kelly?

Do you think beastkin are superior?

It's a rather simple question, though it can draw a wide variety of answers and responses. Some would say yes; simply put, beastkin are superior. How can they not be? They can be stronger, bigger and faster than humans are. Can a human fly with wings like a bat or an avian? No. Can a human breathe underwater like a marine or an amphibian? No. Do humans have superior senses of smell, like a wolf or a lynx? No. Can a human breathe fire like a dragon? Of course not!

Others would say that the answer is more nuance than that. To flat out claim that beastkin are superior is just wrong. They – like all species in life – are just specialized to one specific way of living. Canines may have superior smell, but they don't have the stamina of a human. A feline may be faster, but they may not have the aptitude of a human either. And that's not even comparing beastkin to other beastkin.

And even if you do, this all comes down to an individual level. Trying to bottle an entire species - and entire section of species – under one banner of 'beastkin', is belittling to the individual. To say Dick is better than Eli because Dick's a wolf and Eli is a human, simply by that notion alone, is terrible, and vice versa! People are people are people, whether they have skin, or fur, or scales. What makes a person 'better' or 'worse' is purely a matter of personal preference, and to simply assume something is better on worse due to the macro, just results in prejudice.

So... what does that make Marcus Kelly?

“Hey Marcus! I need the numbers on the Atlantic end, stat! You got them, right?”

“Yeah, I got them.”

He pulled back from his computer screen, a man who was very much the definition of the word 'average'. Black hair? Check. Brown eyes? Check. Fair skin? Check. Average height? Well, 5'9 is the average, so, yeah; that's a check.

You'd see him walking by on the streets everywhere. You'd walk by him on the sidewalk, and immediately forget his face. He lacked any sort of defining traits, no scars or cuts, no freckles, not even glasses on his face. Everywhere else was just as bland, being a lean, almost lanky man, with a face that was a bit angular. You wouldn't call him cute, nor would you call him handsome, but you wouldn't say he was ugly either. You'd really just call him bland.

Everyone knew it. He even knew it. Never did he do anything out of the ordinary, never did he do anything to make him stand out from the rest. He woke up in the morning, he went to work, he did his work, then he went home. On days off, he'd get errands and chores done. Then the cycle repeats.

Endlessly.

Vacations? No. Friends? Not really. Family? Yeah, but they weren't really close.

For all intents and purposes, Marcus Kelly was as average as they come. The only thing that wasn't average about him would be his temperament. And his temperament? Well... let's just say it wasn't good.

Fingers fast, Marcus tapped at his computer screen, rummaging through files on the company's cloud. Arthur said he needed the files from their Atlantic branch? Shouldn't be too hard, right?

Ah! This was so frustrating! This wasn't originally his duty to uphold! This belonged to Oswald! But ever since he quit, all of his extra work fell upon Marcus' shoulders! Did Section Chief Jessica care? Of course not!

The fucking cat...

Jessica was hard on everyone, but she seemed to be extra hard on him. Why is that? He was just one man; he did the same amount of work as anyone else! Or, well, he would if she wasn't constantly putting more on his plate. He just hoped however came in to replace Oswald wasn't a beastkin.

He's had enough of their kind for a lifetime...

Just thinking about his job and who ordered him around, was enough to make Marcus angry. But for now, he kept his cool and retained his mental state, knowing full well what would happen to him if his prejudices were ever known. As in, he'd lose his job. They could probably care less if he was an asshole outside of these walls, but inside, that's a different story!

Marcus was no fool. Deep down inside, he knew his... let's say fervent dislike of beastkin was unwarranted. He couldn't even tell you why he despised them so much! There wasn't some moment in his past that scarred him; he wasn't bullied, nor was he raised to have these thoughts. He even lived in Document City, a place known for its 50/50 ratio of beastkin and humans.

So why? Why did he hate them so much?

Well, it all circles back to that question.

Do you think beastkin are superior? To Marcus, the answer would be--

“Yes! Found it. Ah...”

There, nuzzled in this file, which was nuzzled in that file, which was nuzzled in a file by the name of 'YEARLY REPORTS', was the file he was looking for! Despite the fact that the file he was looking for was not a yearly report filed in the month of January. Ugh...

Maybe some stupid bear did it...

With the file in hand (or file in cursor, technically), Marcus pulled it up on screen and began printing it off. The sooner he got this to Arthur, the sooner he could get back to his mundane task.

Such fun...

Paper in hand, Marcus exited his cubicle where he walked down the aisle of his boring office job. All around him were the endless clicking of fingers against keyboards, as everyone did their job. Everyone... except those two.

Morton was a pig. Jeanie was a doe. The both of them were new recruits here in their office. So, why were they so damn casual? The employee lounge was almost always filled with someone, typically a person running to get a quick cup of water or coffee or whatever. However, those people were usually individuals who had been here for months, if not years. Morton and Jeanie were not.

Walking past the lounge, Marcus glanced over to see the portly pig and lithe doe casually talking. Their words went over his head – he did not know them personally – but he could tell Morton was talking about some sport. Jeanie seemed to be into it, as she giggled along with his words.

Marcus wasn't pleased however. Clutching his file close, he leered at the two, his face disapproving. It was blatant and obvious, but it still took the two beastkin a couple of moments to realize they were being looked at. When they did, Jeanie blushed and looked away, while Morton chuckled in a sheepish manner.

“Heh heh! S-sorry, supervisor,” muttered the pig, “We'll get right back to work in a jiffy!”

“Hmng...” he groaned, before whispering beneath his breath in a snarly manner, “You two better...”

Certain beastkin have superior hearing, right? Well, if those two did hear him, he didn't care. He needed to get these files over to Arthur. Hopefully that would take his mind off of things.

“Ah! There you are, Marcus.”

Speaking of the devil.

Looking away from the employee lounge, Marcus' eyes befell another man who stood beside him. This one was blond, with blue eyes and a smile on his lips. He was also short, and had this cute look in his eyes. A fellow worker here within the trudges of this office, he was perhaps the only person Marcus dared to call his friend.

Even then, saying they were 'friends' was a bit close. He didn't even know this man's personal life. It was more accurate to say they were acquaintances.

“Sorry it took me so long to get this to you, Arthur,” Marcus said as he handed the man the sliver of paper, “It was really stowed away in a couple dozen files.”

“I'll tell ya,” replied the blond as he held the file, “I really need to get in contact with whoever's running our eastern branch. Files keep getting lost in other files over there. Yearly earnings, quarterly earnings, even the receipts of miscellaneous objects gets lost in these files. I'm really getting tired of it all. Ah...” he looked back over, “But I digress. Thanks for this, old buddy.”

“Yeah... uh...” Marcus stepped back, “Alright... I'm gonna head back to my cubicle now...”

“Right... right... heh!”

It was a bit awkward, wasn't it? The air between them – while casual – made it clear the two didn't really interact much beyond these moments. Marcus was even quick to return to his cubicle. But he couldn't take more than one foot away before a hand tugged at his sleeve.

“Marcus,” said Arthur, making him turn around, “I dare say, you are looking a bit pale old buddy.”

“Me? Pale...?” he muttered back, “I... I mean... s-sure, I guess?” he shrugged his shoulders, “Why does it matter to you?”

“The health of all my co-workers matter to me,” answered Arthur, “After all, if you're sick, how can you operate at peak performance? We're like a well-oiled machine here, Marcus. If one of our gears breakdown, everything slows up tremendously, if not breaks outright!”

“Gghh... uh... well... sure...” he shrugged his shoulders, “I'll try and get more sleep tonight or something...”

“Uh... oh! I have a better idea!” replied Marcus as he stepped forward, “You're off from work tomorrow, right?”

“Yeeaaaaah, I am,” Marcus answered, “Why's it matter? What are you getting at?”

“Ah-ha! I knew it! Heh heh! Listen here, old buddy, you could totally use some time to relax and unwind. You know? R 'n R and all that? Working hard is all well and good, but working hard forever will send anyone to an early grave, and I doubt you're looking forward to that!”

“Weeell... uh... haah... okay, fine, I'll bite; what the heck are you talking about?”

Swip!

With a flourish of his hand, Arthur produced a sliver of paper. Confused, Marcus looked at it, realizing this paper was a business card of sorts. It was flashy, showing the image of a building, with a name and location placed upon its surface.

Neptune's Bathhouse.

3019 Gateway Lane.

Even more confused, Marcus took the paper from Arthur and lifted it, his eyes scanning its surface. It was a plastic business card, with an immaculate and beautiful surface. Whoever created this clearly knew how to advertise their business. But....

“A bathhouse...?” Marcus muttered as he looked at his acquaintance, “You're sending me to a bathhouse?”

“I mean, I wouldn't if I couldn't sing its praises,” replied the blond, “I went there with my wife not too long ago, and booooooooooy, did I feel so rejuvenated! I felt like I slept off years of hard work I didn't even know I was carrying with me! By the time I left, I swear, I just wanted to go back!”

“Uh-huh...”

“Look, I know its out of the blue, but why don't you spend the weekend there?” said Arthur, “It's not too expensive, and by the time you leave, you too will be praying to go back! The bath's great, the dinner's better, the beds are like resting on clouds, and, don't tell my wife this, but...” he leaned in, “The hostess who runs the place? One of the most beautiful women I've laid my eyes on. I swear, you won't want to leave!”

“I uh... umm...”

Marcus looked at Arthur, then back down to the card in hand. It would be nice to have some time to unwind. A weekend getaway to a bathhouse with a supposed beautiful hostess? That was better than the whole lot of nothing he had planned for the next few days. Besides, Arthur was more knowledgeable on these sorts of things than he was. If the blond sung praises of this bathhouse, it was probably best to at least give it a try.

So...

“Thanks, Arthur.”

He took the card.

“You won't regret it, old buddy.”

…

Neptune's Bathhouse. Such an interesting place, both for its name, and for its relative lack of presence online. A curious man at times, Marcus looked up the bathhouse, hoping to know more about it aside from what the business card and Arthur told him. But he found a relative lack of anything. No website, at least not any he could find, and not even an account on Xwitter. He got nothing.

How odd.

3019 Gateway Lane. It sat on the west end of the city, overlooking the beach and Sound Boardwalk. Here, buildings were far livelier compared to the drab and boring offices and apartment complexes he was used to in the other parts of town. Marcus saw clothing stores, he saw toy stores, game stores, he even saw an arcade!

You know something else he saw? A looooooooot of beastkin.

Seems as if this side of the city was far more skewed in the favor of fur and scales than it was of flesh and skin. All around him were beastkin casually enjoying their day, all while he silently fumed in the middle. Who did he blame for this? Arthur? It's not like he knew of his Marcus'... disfavor.

Maybe he should call all of this off? Being here made him more than a little bit uncomfortable. But, no, he kept his cool, at least for now. He wanted to see what Neptune's Bathhouse had that made it so special. Though with all the beastkin around right now, Marcus had an idea of what to expect when he stepped into the bathhouse. Still, he steeled himself up and walked forward.

Neptune's Bathhouse had a look to it that was different form other buildings around. Instead of being made of concrete and metal, it was made of wood and stone. The architecture was white and opulent, majestic and even divine, as befitting of a place with the name of 'Neptune's Bathhouse'. There were even reliefs on the wall that bore the image of the supposed ocean god.

Impressed and even excited to enjoy the luxuries of the bathhouse, Marcus walked beneath its arched walls and to its front doors, pushing them open and stepping into its opulent lobby. Again, the bathhouse had the air of something straight out of ancient Greece or Rome, with its elegant architecture of whites, blues, and a few golds to tie it all together. He almost couldn't believe this was real, and momentarily thought he was dreaming.

But then Marcus looked forward, and reality crashed into him.

Arthur didn't tell him who the hostess of the bathhouse was, aside from the fact that she was incredibly beautiful. Naturally, Marcus assumed she was human. But if he knew the truth, would he have come? He wondered.

She stood behind the front desk of the lobby; a tall woman who loomed over him with an extra foot or two of height. A tall shark of a woman who loomed over him with an extra foot or two of height. She wore elegant robes that were mostly white, with a blue sash, and gold trim, one that was tied tight to her illustrious figure.

Yes, that figure...

Her robes were layered, and yet still so tight, draped on her body in such a way that one could easily see her body beneath. The broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the wide hips, and of course, her busty, buxom chest. Coupled with its blue and white color scheme, and Marcus wasn't just standing before a shark, but standing before a goddess.

Her face was serious and professional, with thin eyes resting behind oval glasses. Her scales were a grayish white, and her hair was vibrant black. Long too, said hair was tied up into a professional bun that stood at the top of her head. The hair at the front was parted, being a bit thicker to the left than it was to the right.

Casually she checked the binder before her, seemingly unaware that Marcus was in front of her. There was a maturity to this woman; she was clearly his senior by more than a few years. Maybe five, perhaps even six years?

Shit. Just looking at her was making Marcus' heart race. She moved so casually, so flawlessly; like a regal woman casually performing her duty. A page turn, her eyes scan. A page turn, her eyes scan. A page turn, her eyes scan. She was probably checking her bathhouse's schedule, but that alone was enough to attract his eyes.

Shit... shit! He needed to get out of here! The last thing he wanted to do was be trapped with one of them. So Marcus stepped back.

Too late.

“Hm?”

The shark pulled up, her thin and sharp brown eyes cutting across the lobby to the astonished human man standing before her. She cocked her head one way, then the other, before leaning forward upon her lobby's desk. Propping herself up with her elbows, she posed in such a way that it offered Marcus a deep view of her robe's cleavage. There, snuggled close together, were her busty breasts, which were given an added lift not only thanks to her bra, but also how tied tight the sash of her robe was. If one were to just pull her robes apart – ever so slightly – they'd reveal everything.

And... Marcus wanted to see everything.

Oh no!

“Good evening, sir,” said the shark, her mature voice ringing through the air, “Are you here for a reservation? Or did you wish to make a reservation?”

Marcus swallowed his spit.

“Absolute no--”

Clank!

The doors behind him opened.

“Yeah, and I was like, 'Fuck you!' and I totally punched him! Straight in the face!”

“You did not!”

“I totally did! Tell her, Jasmine.”

“Uhhh... yeah... um... what were talkin' about again?”

Oh no...

There was more of them!

Slowly Marcus turned, and his fears were confirmed. Behind him was not one, not two, but three beastkin! All of them towered over him like amazons straight out of a fantasy book, with physiques and statures that would make any man look up at them in awe. And that's what Marcus was doing; gazing at them in awe.

From the left, there was a wolfess. Tall, buxom, broad shoulders, wide hips, narrow waistline... wait, doesn't this sound familiar? Her fur was gilded like gold, luscious and shimmering in the light of the lobby around them. It adorned a physically fit body, one that she gleefully flaunted.

Sure it was summer, but did she have to dress so loose? Shorts were on her hips which didn't even come down to her knees, meaning her powerful and shapely legs were on full display. Likewise, her button up shirt barely came down to the bottom of her chest, exposing her ab laden stomach, while taunting anyone and everyone with her busty chest.

Lastly there was her face. She – like the shark hostess – gave off an air of maturity. She had sharp red eyes, a pointed nose, and her hair was two-toned. Blonde to the left, and black to the right. Unlike the shark hostess however, the wolfess gave off an air of superiority, especially as she leered at Marcus before her, whom she appeared annoyed by.

To her right was the tallest person in the room, and perhaps the tallest person Marcus had ever seen! She was a reptile of some sort, her body adorned in black and red scales which gave her a dangerous air. Like a viper with poisonous fangs, or – more accurately – like a cobra.

Her body was slender and long as befitting her species, with smoother, rounder shoulders, lean yet no less powerful arms, and a surprisingly busty chest for her species. What she lacked were wide hips... but only because she lacked legs as a whole. Being a snake, her lower half just continued on and on and on on. Unlike the wolfess beside her, she wore a form-fitting purple dress, probably because wearing anything else would be difficult considering her unique body.

She also lacked hair, but her cobra hood more than made up for it. The inner hood was a vibrant red color, making it seem like the snake had long, crimson hair. It also came up to her head like a crown, and gifted her a sharp widow's peak. But those eyes of hers were possibly the most alluring aspect of her, being yellow, if not outright golden.

Last, but certainly not least, there stood beside the cobra a lynx. She – unlike everyone else in this room – seemed to have a height more in common with Marcus. She wasn't as tall as the other beastkin, but that didn't make her any less immaculate. Athletically inclined, she was a slender and sleek feline with dirty-brown fur, a tomboyish look, and short black hair that covered one of her blue eyes. She wasn't as busty as the two beside her, but she more than made up for that with how perky her chest was. And Marcus knew her chest was perky, because the lynx wasn't wearing a bra. How did he know it? Well, the shirt she wore hung off of one of her shoulders, and he didn't see a bra strap!

Like the wolfess before, she had a pair of shorts on which didn't come to her knees, meaning she also exposed her toned legs while also flaunting her toned midriff. Also like the wolfess, the lynx gave off this cocky, 'better than you' air, though it wasn't as snobby as the blonde beside her.

Side by side, the three beastkin all looked down at Marcus, sharing faces of indifferent confusion at best, and blatant annoyance at worse. He could only look back with eyes wide and mouth agape, astonished by the trio of amazons who were before him. And that's not even adding the shark hostess into the mix!

“Is something wrong?” asked the wolfess as she bent over, leering at Marcus in a sharp manner... which of course, offered him a plunging view of her cleavage.

“I--” was all he could eek out, before--

“Calm down, Paige,” said the shark hostess, “Leave Mr. Kelly alone. He's my guest.”

“Mr. Kelly?” muttered the wolfess.

“Mr. Kelly?” Marcus repeated.

Turning around, he faced the shark hostess, who looked back at him with a warm and inviting smile. How did she know his name? He hadn't said anything to her yet! He was just about to ask, but the shark hostess again opened her lips, saying,

“That is your name, right? Marcus Kelly?”

“Y-yes... it is... but...” he looked at her in a distrustful manner, “How do you know my name?”

“Ufu... your friend, Mr. Lint called ahead and made a reservation for you,” the shark hostess answered.

“Mr... Lint?”

“Arthur? Arthur Lint?” she further clarified, making Marcus nod.

“Oh... right... Arthur...”

Yeah... he forgot that Arthur's last name was Lint. How did he even do that? Gah! It didn't matter! What did matter, was why did Arthur make a reservation for him? What if Marcus decided not to come; his co-worker would have just wasted his time and money! In fact, he was just going to leave right now!

But...

No, he couldn't do that! Arthur went through the trouble of making this reservation for him; the least Marcus could do was enjoy the stay here! A nice warm bath, maybe a massage, perhaps even a stay in one of the bathhouse's private rooms; that would be nice, right!?

But these beastkin were here! Not one, not two, not three, but for! In fact, the beautiful hostess Arthur was talking about, was a beastkin! Why didn't he tell him!

Well, Marcus was in a bit of a pickle. Either he left and turn down his colleague's gesture of kindness, or he stayed and enjoyed the bathhouse. He didn't want to – not with these women around – but that didn't mean he had to see them, right? Right!?

He could only hope...

His discomfort was palpable. Blushing face, frantic eyes, sweat on his brown as he looked down; he didn't even try to hide it. The shark hostess either didn't notice his discomfort, or thought it was borne from something else, because she continued smiling at him as her hand curled inward toward herself.

“Mr. Kelly,” she said, “Please come over, so that you can sign here.”

“R-r-r-r-r-r-right,” he stuttered as he walked over.

Briefly, Marcus looked up in the shark hostess' eyes, only to tense up. Her thin eyes were suddenly sharp and powerful, squeezing in over his body like... well... like a predator! And with her being a shark, this feeling was only amplified!

So Marcus quickly looked down... which didn't make things any better. The shark hostess' breasts were still on full display, gleefully taunting him with how busty and shapely it was. Why wasn't she wearing a shirt beneath those robes? Was she even wearing a bra? He could see damn near everything!

“Nnghh!”

“Mr. Kelly? Sign here please,” said the shark as she tapped her sign-in sheet.

“R-right! Gglk!”

Slowly Marcus reached for the hostess' pen, holding it in his shaky hands. Then he followed her sensual hand as she tapped upon a certain spot of the sign in sheet. She needed his name and address right here, which he wrote down quickly. Usually his penmanship was immaculate. Right now, it was janky and jagged. He could barely contain himself.

When Marcus looked up, the shark hostess was looking at him, still smiling with a devilish intent. He tried pulling back, but--

Pat...

“Hnm! H-hey! Watch where you're going...”

He looked over his shoulder, his eyes falling on the lynx. She was casually scanning her phone, but he accidentally walked back into her. But it wasn't just her; the others were close as well. The wolfess, the cobra, the lynx, the shark; they were all looking at him with such powerful eyes. How was he supposed to act with all of this going on at once!

“I...!”

“Perfect,” said the shark hostess as she looked at his writing, “With this, I'll lead you to your room, Mr. Kelly. Follow me.”

“Hurry up, Ceto,” said the wolfess, “We're trying to get to our rooms too!”

“Be patient, Paige. You three are here almost every other week; you can wait a few more minutes.”

“Tch... you're enjoying this too much.”

Ceto? That's the name of the shark hostess? Ceto.

Such a beautiful name...

Gah! What is he thinking!?

“Follow me, Mr. Kelly.”

“Huh? Oh! R-right! Right... gah!”

Still blushing furiously, Marcus watched as Ceto walked out from behind her desk. His fears were confirmed when she stood before him; the shark was a towering amazon as well! Marcus was entranced by the coy smirk on her lips, while her thin brown eyes kept him petrified. Her mouth moved – she said something – but his mind was too hazy to think!

She had to ask again, and louder this time...

“Your size, Mr. Kelly?”

“Huh?”

“Your size...” she repeated, “What's your size, Mr. Kelly?”

Small...

That's what he wanted to say, anyway. By human's sizes, he was merely average, so he wore medium sized shirts and pants and the like. Compared to Ceto and the other three beastkin however, it would be more accurate to say he was small, if not downright puny. Why were they so huge!?

“M... gglghk! Medium...!” muttered Marcus as he looked away, “I'm medium...”

“Medium...” replied the shark hostess as she reached away to pull out a folded bathrobe, “Lovely. Follow me, Mr. Kelly.”

He nodded begrudgingly, though that didn't stop him from following closely behind. Eyes attracted forward, he watched Ceto's every step as she guided him into a hall beside her desk. Said hall was like the lobby, being made of smooth white and blue stone. However, the air here was misty and steamy, brought on by the bathing chambers in the distance.

Not like Marcus could focus on any of it, not with the tall shark before him.

Ceto walked with poise, with grace. Left and right her hips moved, her tail slithering on the ground behind her. Like a moth to a flame, Marcus' gaze was attracted to her swaying hips and shapely butt, thanks to how tight her robes clung to her body. It was like a veil, one that taunted him.

What did she look like beneath it?

The moment that thought crossed Marcus' mind, he verbally and physically gagged. What the hell was wrong with him? She was a fucking beastkin! And if wasn't obvious before, he kinda hates them! Always acting so cocky and superior, when in reality they were nothing more than a bunch of animals.

It fucking pissed him off...

Marcus wasn't going to sit here and take it all on the chin. At work he bit his tongue, but everywhere else, he didn't give a shit what others thought about him. Human, beastkin; it didn't matter! If he hated something, he hated something, and that's that.

So when Ceto came to a halt and turned to face him...

“Your room, Mr. Kelly.”

He quickly swiped the bathrobe out of her hand.

“Just give me my fucking robe, you stupid animal,” he growled as he marched in, stomping into the room and slamming it shut with a loud--

WHAM!

He didn't bother looking Ceto in the eye. Her response to his words didn't matter to him. Whether she was livid or hurt by what he said, that was between her and God. He just marched inside of his rented room, and then fell right into its bed.

Oh... soft bed...

Okay, maybe that was stupid of him. Whether or not he cared about her feelings, didn't matter. What did matter was that he insulted the hostess of the bathhouse. She had every right to have guards or the police to force him off the premises. But ya'know what? He didn't give a damn. In fact, he'd prefer it if she did call someone to remove him! At least then he didn't need to stick around much longer!

But...

That never happened.

No cops, no guards, no nothing. He didn't even get yelled at by the hostess. It seemed as if the moment he stormed into his bedroom, the entire world outside the walls ceased to matter.

Rolling upon his back, Marcus looked up at the ceiling in a perplexed manner. What? Was Ceto not mad at him? Or was she instead so needy for cash, that she'd put up with his belligerent behavior if it meant getting paid? Tch... typical animal.

Well, if she wasn't going to kick him out, he was going to enjoy this bath. After all, she may not be any good, but the place was. Even the bedrooms had this nice, Roman feel to it, with its white bed and marble walls and floor. Sure, it was small, but admittedly, it was bigger than his bedroom. He was gonna change, then fine one of those nice, private baths and relax.

So that's what Marcus did. He undressed out of his stuffy business clothes and folded them upon his bed. Then he grabbed his bathrobe, and slipped them onto his body. And... ah... it was incredibly soft. White in color, it snuggled close to his naked body, feeling like he wasn't wearing clothes, but instead wearing clouds. These were the kind of robes one could – and would – fall asleep in easily.

Hhhnmm...

Well, at least this place had something going for it.

Stepping through the door of his room and into the hall, Marcus was again stricken by its steam and moisture. However, no one else was in the wall. Not Ceto, not those other beastkin, and no other patron. It was just him.

Taking in a deep breath, he strolled through the silent halls of the bathhouse, drinking in its décor as he did so. Earlier, he was far too focused on Ceto's backside to pay attention to anything. Now he had free rein to pick apart its beauty. The marbled floors and walls, the arched ceiling, the hot and moisture air, the steam; all of it. Aside from the hostess being an animal, this place was amazing. The opulence and divinity was truly befitting of the name 'Neptune'.

Now then, where were the baths?

For a moment, Marcus thought about asking Ceto. He immediately vetoed the idea however, not wanting any more of her help, regardless of if this place was her business or not. He'd find the private baths himself! And it wasn't too hard; just follow the steam!

So that's what he did; he followed the steam. The air grew thicker, stronger, hotter, wetter, and before he knew it--

Ssskskkkkkssshhh!

He heard the rushing of water from a fountain.

Turning a corner, Marcus walked through curtains and under an entryway--

“Oh my...”

Where his eyes grew wide.

He was expecting something small, something personal. Instead, what he found was a pool straight out of his gilded fantasies! The marbled walls and floors were pure and white, with blue lines streaking upon their edges. The pool itself was hot and steamy, with water so clear, he could easily see into the basin. And at its four edges were marble busts of Neptune himself.

The bathing chamber was wide as well, being more than capable of holding at least ten, maybe twenty people if they didn't mind getting personal! But... there was no one here. No other humans, no other beastkin, no nothing. Was this the public chambers, or was it private? Should he even care?

If no one's here to stop him... then why not take a dip?

Removing his robe, Marcus dressed down to his nude body as he rested his bathrobe upon a nearby handle bar. Then he walked over towards the bathtub's edge, gripping its banister before dipping a toe in.

Oh... it was hot. He needed to steel himself for this! But after a few moments, he felt himself relax, then step in... another step... another step... another step... another step... and...

“Aaaaaaaaahh...”

A pleased smile laid on Marcus' lips as he sank down to his neck, enjoying the heated rush of the clear waters surrounding him. This wasn't just some regular tub; this was something special! He didn't know what Ceto did to get the water this clear, but he'd actually praise her for it. Maybe it's a shark thing; they would know what good water feels like, wouldn't they?

As steam and sweat peculated on Marcus' form, he felt all of his frustrations with the day – if not all of his frustrations for the month – begin to melt away. This water was relaxing, therapeutic even. Why bother with a therapist if he could just relax in an amazing tub like this? Nothing could ruin this day. Absolutely nothing!

Shliingg!

“Ah! Alright! Let's get into the tub!”

Absolutely nothing... but that!

Face pale and eyes wide, Marcus looked forward to see three tall, strong, amazonian bodies. One belonged to a wolfess, one belonged to a lynx, and one belonged to a cobra. All three of them were dressed in bathrobes, and all three of them were coming to the tub.

Oh no no no no no! He made a bad mistake! It was those three beastkin who came in after him! The ones with stuffy looks on their faces!

“Hm? Oh! Hey, look, it's that human guy!” said the lynx as she leered at him, a cocky grin adorning her lips, “Enjoying the waters?”

“I uhh---!” was all Marcus could eek out in response.

What were they doing here? Didn't they have another tub they could go to? Yes, this one was large, meaning it was clearly meant for more than one person, but still! Wouldn't they be more comfortable going somewhere else while he enjoyed this one!?

The trio of beastkin didn't seem to care.

They casually sauntered into the room, being led by the lynx. Looking up at her, she exuded this tomboyish energy, which – along with her dark blue eyes – gave off a superior air.

Her sleek and slender body was covered in a blue bathrobe which hugged close to her figure, and her hair was short, spiky and black. An athletic girl, she had toned arms and legs, no doubt born from some sport like track. Her chest meanwhile was perky, unlike the two bombshells with her. With the robes she was wearing, Marcus could see her cleavage, taunting him with the bust she had.

But damn, those eyes. Why did they look down on him so powerfully? Marcus hated it whenever anyone looked down on him, especially an animal like her! But he couldn't bring himself to look away.

She wasn't alone, of course.

The wolfess with the two-toned hair – blonde and black – stood beside the lynx. She too looked at Marcus in a dismissive manner, with red eyes that could kill with ease. One hand rested on her wide hip, while the other hand fell at the side, offering him a view of her body.

Like the lynx, she too gave off the energy not only of superiority, but also of power. The strength in her arms were undeniable, with biceps that could bend steel, and powerful thighs that could crush watermelons. And of course, her busty chest which seemed to only be barely contained by the seams of her red robe.

And then there was the cobra. She was the tallest of the trio, with no legs as befitting her serpentine nature. Even with her hood closed, her upper-body easily loom over him and her friends. She had a far sleeker body when compared to the wolfess and lynx, with shimmering ebony scales occasionally broken up by symmetrical crimson stripes.

She still had a stunning figure, still had luscious hips with a narrow waist, and a taunting, busty chest. Not as busty as the wolfess of course, but above average compared to other cobras. Her tan bathrobe flaunted as much, as it hung on her shoulders with its sash tied tight, squeezing her bosom from the bottom much like the others did.

Together, the trio all looked down upon him, causing Marcus to further sink at his edge of the tub. Was it him, or were things suddenly colder in here? Like he really should have gotten up and left the moment they appeared.

It was too late now...

The lynx's friends walked passed her, but she remained standing on the opposite end of the tub. Her arms were crossed in a powerful manner, and her head was turned up at Marcus. All he could do was stare pale-faced back at her, wondering what he'd done to get into this situation.

“Won't you leave him alone, Jasmine?” the wolfess – who Marcus knew was named Paige – groaned with a roll of her eyes, “Fuck, you're so excitable!”

“Tch... whatever...” the lynx muttered back.

With a jerk of her head and a scoff from her lips, the lynx – Jasmine – walked beside her fellow beastkin, joining them at the bar which would hold up their bathrobes. Once her line of sight broke from his, Marcus fell down to his chin in the tub, gasping for breath like he'd just run a mile.

He shouldn't be here; he really shouldn't be here! He honestly should have left the moment he realized this place was run by an animal! Now he was stuck! Maybe if he acted incredibly sneaky, he could get out of this tub before they go--

Splash!

Thunk!

Waaash!

Too late!

Wide-eyed, for a moment all Marcus could see was mist and water. It didn't remain for long, as the shaded images of the three beastkin slowly came into focus.

He was surrounded.

To his left was Paige; the gilded wolfess with two-toned hair. She rested on the edge of the tub, the waters having come down to her chest for just a shred of modesty. With no care for him or his input, Paige brought over a lighter and a cigarette, igniting it quickly and filling the air with the distinct smell of tobacco, before pressing her lips to the end and--

“Pufffff...! Fuaaaaaah... that's good...”

To Marcus' right was Jasmine. Like the wolfess before her, she also used the water to cover her bosom. Though unlike Paige, the lynx kept her eyes powerful eyes trapped on Marcus. Why was she looking at him so intensely!?

And last but not least, there was the cobra. He still didn't know her name yet, and he didn't want to know. Not when she kept him trapped with those piercing yellow eyes of hers. They pierced the mist as they scanned him, while her tongue slithered between her lips.

What the hell was going on here? Why were they all looking at him like this? Jasmine, Paige, and the cobra all looked at him, as if he'd done something wrong! But he hadn't done anything yet! Ya'know, other than call Ceto an--

“So we're animals to you?”

Marcus' head turned over slightly, falling on Paige. The wolfess didn't flinch, didn't even twitch. She looked at him with red eyes that could easily eviscerate, while her face remained calm. No other word left her lips, and no word left his. All he could do was watch. Watch as the glorious wolfess brought her cigarette to her lips, took a heavy breath of it, then blew its choking air straight into his face.

And choke Marcus did, coughing as he tried to defend himself from her smog.

Paige wasn't done yet.

“Rosaria... grab him...”

“What?”

SWISH!

“WHAT!?”

He looked forward; the cobra had vanished! Heart racing in his chest, Marcus looked left and right, not noticing the black serpent which roared right beneath his feet. That is, until it was too late of course.

SPLASH!

“GAH!?”

Marcus turned, just in time to watch the cobra's – Rosaria's – hood open up in a dazzling display of power. She was black everyone save for the red stripes, and the red scales on the inside of her hood, making her out to be like some devil. And that devil--

“Gotcha!”

“Gghh!?”

Quickly grabbed a hold of him.

Marcus thrashed about but to no avail; Rosaria was far, far stronger than he was. The muscles on her body weren't for show, and easily dominated the average man in her midst. Making matters worse, he felt her slithering tail wrap around his waist, coiling and then gripping tight around his body. Marcus' eyes bulged slightly as the pressure on his body was strong enough to force air from his lungs in a pitiful groan.

“Aaahahh...! Ooooohhh!”

“Feels tight?” asked Paige as she took another puff of her cigarette, “Rosaria's really good at squeezing the life out of her prey. You're not escaping her.”

“Ggrrrr! L-let go of me!” Marcus growled back, to which the wolfess shook her head.

“Pufff... fuaaaah! Rosaria... harder...”

Clinch!

“Aah!?”

Again, Marcus' eyes bulged as his body was squeezed tight. The cobra had him completely held in his grasp, naked and incapable of fighting back. With one arm she held his arms back, while the other arm wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing Marcus right up against her bosom.

Her lovely... large... bosom.

Her scaled tits were firm and smooth, cradling his head like a luscious leather pillow. Against his will, Marcus gave an audible groan as the heat from Rosaria's chest pressed against him. He looked over, where he could see her hard, pink nipples jut from the center of her tits.

Reclining more, he could free the abs of the cobra brush against his back. Wait, abs? Rosaria had abs? Just how strong was she? Just how strong were they?

Well...

Looking forward, Marcus stared first at Jasmine. The tomboyish lynx was grinning in a dangerous manner, filling his head with thoughts that made his heart race. She rose up, standing on a ledge within the tub, and revealing her naked body to him in full. Water cascaded down her dirty-brown form, making it radiate like a shimmering goddess. A strong shimmering goddess.

Like Paige and Rosaria, Jasmine too had a strong physique. It may not have been as bulky as the wolfess and cobra, but it was no less impressive. Her slender and toned arms and legs, her glorious figure, the abs on her stomach, and those perky, perky tits.

And on the other end was Paige. Finishing her cigarette, the wolfess grounded its butt into her personal ashtray, then looked over to lock Marcus in her red eyes. Walking through the water, she too stood tall to unveil the full glory of her burly form. Her broad shoulders, her wide hips, her slim waist, her big arms, her big legs, and of course, her big, busty breasts; none of it was hidden from Marcus' view. The chiseled musculature of her body glistened in the water and steam of the tub, while she crossed her arms in a strong and powerful manner.

If Marcus wasn't surrounded before, he definitely was now. Forced into Rosaria's arms, while Jasmine grinned like the Cheshire cat, and Paige glared at him with looks that could kill.

“Gah! U-unhand me this instant!” Marcus growled, to which Jasmine giggled.

“Really? 'Unhand me this instant'? What? Are you, like, a British butler from some stupid old show?” said the lynx in a taunting manner.

“You don't get it, do you?” Paige said, causing his eyes to snap over, “You, Mr. Kelly, have ran your mouth off to the wrong person. Did you really think you'd get away with this forever?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he said, while the wolfess moved over.

Her once abrasive scowl suddenly shifted into a grin, not unlike the one Jasmine had. Seeing it triggered a cold shiver in Marcus' spin, while Paige chuckled in a daunting manner.

“Animals? Really? That's the best you could come up with?” she said.

“Gghh! What? Is this some joke!? Did Ceto put you up to this!?” Marcus snarled, still acting indignant... even though it was clear to everyone that he couldn't really do anything, “I won't stand for this, you fucking animals! Do you think you'll get away with this!?”

“Oh, we will...” Rosaria answered, her voice teasing his ear as her slithering tongue danced on his cheek, “Mrs. Lint asked for us to teach your specist ass some manners. So that's what we're going to do. Hmm... you think humans are superior? Oh, you poor, ignorant man. We're gonna show you what's really superior.”

“You're lucky,” Jasmine said, “Little fuckwads like you don't deserve something like this! But someone really wants you to learn some respect, and we're the teachers! Heh! And ya'know what? I've been looking forward to this all day!” she looked over, “Paige... mind if I go first?”

“Tch... he's all yours, Jasmine.”

“Greaaaaat...” she leered back, a devilish grin adorning her lips as she placed her hands upon Marcus' shoulders, “Get ready, bitch boy. We're gonna fuck some knowledge into that specist ass of yours!”

“Fuck some-- MMMFFFPHH!?”

Jasmine wasn't a lynx, wasn't an animal, she was a damn crowbar with how she bluntly pressed her lips up to his. No warning, no build up, Marcus didn't even have enough time to parse her words before her lips and mouth pressed to his.

His eyes doubly in size, he scrambled for a place to look as the tomboyish lynx absolutely dominated him in this kiss. Her tongue – brutal and strong – lapped and struck at him in a manner that wasn't too pleasurable for him, but more than pleasurable for her. He struggled to fight her off, but that only offered more of his tongue to her, allowing the lynx to stroke and strike at him with skill and finesse.

Skill and finesse...

Yes, that's it! Jasmine wasn't just brutally strong and aggressively relentless, but also surprisingly skillful with her strikes. Like a battling boxer, she knew where and when to strike her opponent, with precise jabs that struck at his tongue, his gums, his teeth; everywhere! And as the kiss went on, longer and longer with her holding him close, Marcus felt himself grow weak and loose. His eyes turned lidded as the air in his lung couldn't hold firm; not against Jasmine's assault.

It was her who dictated the pace, her who dictated the length, and her who dictated whether or not he got to breathe. She was so strong... but her lips were so soft...

“Mmph... mmmfffh... mmffuaaah...”

Chu...

Finally Jasmine pulled back, her blue eyes closed momentarily, only to open with this devious glare in them. Her lips curled into a grin soon after, followed by chuckles as she stared down upon her dazed prey. She was just about to go in, only for--

Push!

“H-hey! Paige!”

“Okay... my turn now!”

Snapping back to reality, Marcus stared forward where the lynx had been replaced with the buxom wolfess. A grin adorned Paige's lips, and she brought over her cigarette. Taking another puff of it, she moved it aside and then pushed in, pressing her lips up to his next.

The taste of tobacco danced on her lips and tongue in the sudden kiss. It was slimy and thick, making Marcus choke and wheeze. But those noises seemed to excite Paige. The wolfess' tongue sped up, sliding and stroking along his tongue with more skill than Jasmine. The lynx was cruel and strong, while the wolf wanted to take his tongue on a dance.

A swirl there, a swivel there, and all followed by a push. Eyes closed Paige pressed into Marcus, letting him feel the full brunt of her bosom as it pressed to his flat chest. Their size and firmness, pressing hard against him; she was like warm and furry stones against his flat body.

The kiss went on and on, further sapping Marcus' strength. He tried to push back against her, but with his arms held by Rosaria's hand, there wasn't much he could do but take it. Take every single moment of it.

He heard Paige's moans, Jasmine's giggles, and Rosaria's teasing breath. It all numbed his mind. His anger and hatred for them swelled... but at the same time it seemed so dulled.

Again, Marcus was nothing but a tool to satiate their desires. Paige controlled him with her mouth, and dominated him with her larger body. They only stopped when she stopped, and she was stopping right...

“Mmmfuaaah!”

Slick!

Now.

“Gahh! Haaahh! Haaaah!”

Marcus panted for air, his tongue hanging from his mouth as his head dropped. Staring ahead, he weakly looked up to the gilded wolfess above him, who again pulled over her cigarette. Taking a few puffs of it, she crossed her arms beneath her bosom, a sinister grin appearing on her lips. He watched her, while she pointed.

“Alright, Rosaria. It's your turn,” Paige said, again making Marcus' eyes widen.

He didn't have time to even voice his protests, before he was quickly turned around. Now he was face to face with the ebony cobra behind him, staring deep into her divine yellow eyes. She had an air of class unlike the other two, but that didn't mean anything in the moment. Once her hood opened, she transformed into a devil. A grinning, monstrous devil. And that grinning, monstrous devil had him trapped in her coils, her face moving in closer and close too--

“Mmfmff!?”

He thought scaled lips would feel bad. It's not flesh and skin, like the others. But, no; Rosaria's lips felt so soft, so smooth. When they pressed to his, it was like he was kissing a leather seat that knew no blemish, no tear, no scar. And those leather lips easily maneuvered his mouth open. Rosaria tasted just as good as she felt, like sweet cherries. Her spit oozed into his maw, her breath breathed into him, and her moans sounded electrifying against his ears. For a moment, Marcus thought the cobra would go easy on him unlike her friends.

And then that tongue of hers pushed... and it kept pushing.

Eyes wide, he felt as Rosaria's tongue delved past his mouth, and into his throat. The long appendage had a surprising thickness to it, one which was being forced into his esophagus. Marcus flinched and sputtered, but the cobra didn't stop. Her skilled tongue dragged against the walls of his throat, getting a deep and unfiltered taste of his body. Swirling, stroking, teasing, putting on a performance that no human girl could ever hope to attain.

And then she pulled it back. Slowly dragging her tongue against the walls of his throat while her lips left his lips. In a shameless showing of skill and power, that tongue of hers popped out of his throat and whipped in the air, all while Marcus was left sputtering for breath.

Finally – after all of that – Rosaria released her hold on Marcus, freeing him. But his body was far too weak to think, let alone move. Just what the hell was that? The three dominated him in kiss, one after another after another. He fell back, resting against the edge of the tub while his mind struggled to put together thoughts. But the three beastkin weren't just going to stand there. One by one they converged on his position, making him look up.

The three were before him. Paige with her arms crossed and face belittling. Jasmine with her fists on her hips and a giggling expression. Rosaria with her hood open as she wore disappointed visage. He was trapped with them, and there was nothing he could do about it!

“Ghh! Wh... why are you doing this to me!?”

“Fucking dumbass,” Jasmine said as she moved in, her powerful hand pressing to his chest, “Didn't you listen to what Paige said? You've pissed off the wrong person, and we're going to teach your ass some lessons!”

“You can't... you won't get away with this!” he said, making Rosaria giggle.

“Oh yes, we will,” said the cobra, “What? Do you think you're the first person we've done this to? Let's just say we're really good at 'convincing' people. By the time we're through with you, you're going to be a good little member of society!”

'Good little member of society'? What did they mean by that? He was already! They were the fucking animals! They were the--

Oh no... now he was getting it. How did it take him so long to realize what they were going to do to him? It even showed on his face as it again turned pale and he looked up, meeting their eyes. Now all three of them were smiling, knowing that he knew now. And now that he knew, that made it all better.

No words this time! Marcus scrambled, but it was too late. Again proving her speed, Rosaria quickly darted behind the human, pinning him with her body. He tried moving forward, but of course, that only caused him to run right into Paige and Jasmine.

He was surrounded on all sides, but this time, it was even worse. Rosaria at his back, using her tall body to hold him hostage. Paige to his left, pressing her chest into his face and cheek. Jasmine to his right, grinding against him and his shoulder. There was no space; on all sides he either felt fur or scales, grinding and rubbing against him like he was some sort of pole for their pleasures.

Their pleasures. Not his.

And yet...

There was a stiffening in his loins. He tried to fight it off, but how could he? His body was acting on primal need, sending heat which centered right on his pelvis. Throwing up his arms and hands, he tried to push back against the beastkin who surrounded him, but they grabbed back, again pinning Marcus in place.

He was forced to grab Paige's hip and ass, feeling the curvature and shapeliness of her body. So fucking immaculate and strong, like a true amazon of power. His other hand was forced around to grab Jasmine's tit. He felt her perky breast fill his hand, her hard nipple rubbing against his palm. Her chest was free of the weight of gravity, defying it as her sprightly body was far too refined. And even though he couldn't grab Rosaria – he only had two hands – the cobra could grab him. Her hands teased along the sides of his hips and body, stroking him as she pressed her breasts to his head.

And then... her hands came around to the front, and--

“Oh my~! Ufu!”

Rosaria touched it, and Marcus' eyes again grew wide.

Paige and Jasmine pulled back, while the cobra lifted him up. He weighed absolutely nothing to her, as she easily lifted him – a grown man – into the air with ease. And as he was picked up like some disobedient toddler, his cock flopped between his legs.

And...

Oh my...

Marcus was positively average everywhere. His face, his hair, his lanky appearance; nothing about him was out of the ordinary. Nothing... but this part of his body.

Marcus' cock was fucking big. A thick, long member, it stood tall between his legs like a mighty spire of lust. Hung as well, gravity seemed to have very little affect on the tool he was packing between his legs! Inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch, with veins running down its sides, a thick girth and head to it, and these weighty balls jiggling at the bottom.

Marcus' face turned pale at the sight of his expose cock. Meanwhile, Paige, Jasmine and Rosaria all looked at it with amazed faces. He was packing this between his legs!? They were expecting something small and shrimpy! Not this!

Not that this is a bad thing...

If the trio were sinister before, their malicious vibes seemed to double now that he exposed his cock to them. Desperately, Marcus' gaze snapped from one of their faces to the other, wondering what they were going to do to him next. He didn't have to wait long.

Grab!

“Haaah!? W-watch it!”

“No...” Paige snapped.

Her strong hand wrapped around his cock, where it gently stroked back and forth. Up and down, her palm glided upon the fullness of his length, running along its veins and ridges, coming to the gland, and then pushing back down. Again and again and again, she casually toyed with his cock, triggering sharp gasps from his lips.

Pleasure began overriding his senses. Paige was as tall and strong, with an amazonian physique. But her touch was as soft and gentle as a mother's caress. She performed her handjob with a casual ease, while smoking her cigarette with her other hand. Down, back, swivel, turn, down, back, swivel, turn; again, and again, and again. Compared to the meager masturbation he performed at night, this was incredible!

The soft pads of the wolfess were nothing like his sweaty palms. They plucked at his dick, making it throb within her controlling hand. Marcus' face twisted and twitched, mouth hanging out as he let out involuntary moans. He tried to keep it all in, but he just couldn't muster the strength to do it!

And hearing him melt, seeing him melt, drew Jasmine over.

“You like it?” whispered the lynx in his ear, “Gettin' off on Paige's hand? You naughty little fuckboy?”

“No, I-- ahah!?”

With a flick of her wrist, Paige pulled back, leaving Marcus' cock bouncing in the air. But his dick didn't remain alone for long. Jasmine moved in, wrapping her hand around his cock this time as she began jerking it back and forth. Like her kiss before – and in stark opposition to Paige – the lynx had a brutal hand. She was like a violent child with a new toy, viciously jerking her hand along his cock while gripping it tight.

Clinching his teeth as his eyes widened, Marcus could only sit there, panting through his gritted teeth as Jasmine played with his body. The look on her face was shear sadistic joy, smirking as her blue eyes looked up at his face. Even though he didn't want to, he could not deny the pleasure she was attacking him with. Her hand's brutal edge triggered quakes of ecstasy, which surged through his dick from the base to the tip and back again. Leaning back into Rosaria's bust, Marcus let loose a shameless moan as a bullet of precum suddenly launched from his cock.

“Ooooh! Was that a phantom orgasm?” Jasmine asked as she knelt down, “You're gettin' off on this, you little fuck?”

“No, I--” he groaned, his words cutting short.

“Tch... say 'no' all you want. Your body is honest. Slurrrp!”

“OOOH!?”

Her mouth! Her mouth wrapped around his cock! The lips and teeth of the lynx quickly latched upon his dick, tangling it in her heat and moisture. Spit oozed along his member in a gooey mess, making his body melt as he reclined fully against Rosaria's body. He didn't even try to put on an abrasive face! How could he when Jasmine's mouth held his dick hostage?

Like with her kiss and handjob, the lynx's oral was intense and powerful. Her brutal tongue slapped and struck his dick, her teeth ground upon his flesh, and the vacuum force of her sucks was almost intense enough to draw him straight into her throat.

Wait, could she pull him into her throat? Why did he even care? He shouldn't care! But he didn't...

“Aaahh!?”

Grinning with her mouth full of cock, Jasmine's head pulled back and forth upon the fullness of Marcus' dick. At the tip, her tongue swirled around his glands, tasting the sweat and bathwater off of his body. Then she pushed down deeper, guiding her lips along his shaft. But she kept pushing, sinking down upon his length to the point that his cock entered into her throat.

“GOH-HOH!?”

His taste... ah... the trembles of fear produced this delicious sweat which the lynx found so irresistible. And there was also his syrupy precum. Thick and clear, it stained Jasmine's teeth, who moaned more around him. For a jerkass specist, he didn't taste half bad.

Make of that what you will...

Jasmine reveled in the fact that she was breaking his resolve. The once brutal licking and slurping, shifted into a slower, more arduous fellatio. Popping his cock from her lips, she dragged her tongue along the side of his cock, tracing veins all the way to his glands, and then dragging back down.

Dragging. Back. Dooooowwwwwnnnn.

Rumination traveled through Marcus' body as he kept lurching back, moaning while his legs involuntarily thrusted forward. Jasmine's eyes widened upon the thrust, followed by a giggled, followed by more audible slurping which rung into his ears.

Up and down her head bobbed, putting on a steady pace of voracious oral as she assaulted his cock with her mouth and tongue. But above all, his melting body had been caught in the eyes of an equally as voracious wolfess.

Drawing once more on her cigarette, Paige finished her blunt, and again added it to her growing tray of used cigarettes. Then she returned, where she grabbed Marcus by the back of his head. His eyes widened, he looked up, meeting the wolfess' red eyes as she glared at him.

“Nuh-uh-uh, fuck boy,” she said, “This lesson in superiority is just beginning!” and then she, “GET IN HERE!”

“MMFFF!?”

With a forceful tug of his head, Marcus delved face first into Paige's awaiting chest. He muffled against her, taking in the delicious scent of the wolfess' body. Fur tickled his nose, followed by a surprisingly sweet odor that infiltrated his nose. Paige smelled goooood. Just the perfect mixture of randy sweat, the bath's waters, and whatever perfume she put on earlier that day.

And then there was the heat of her firm bosom. Like Rosaria before, she cradled his head, mushing and pushing him against the cleavage of her body. Groaning, Marcus wanted to be defiant... but he just couldn't. His body had long since submitted to their wills, allowing Paige to grind his face up against her bosom.

And grind she did.

Up and down, she pressed his bosom forcefully into her breasts, battering him with her busty and firm tits. It was like being slapped with stones! Amazing, furry, malleable stones! Paige kept one hand on the back of Marcus' head, while her other hand pressed to her tit, further squeezing him between her bosom! His sense of smell and sight was utterly dominated by her gilded body, while behind he could hear Rosaria giggle, and below he felt Jasmine's suckling mouth!

Now more than ever, his cock throbbed, excitedly jumping within the lynx's maw. Taunting chuckles escaped her, but the were drowned out by all the other noises filtering into his ears.

He fought. Marcus fought with his head as hard as he could! He jerked back, rending his face from Paige's breasts to take in a lungful of air with a loud--

“MMFUAAAH! HAAAH!”

But the wolfess shook her head.

“Nuh-uh-uh! Didn't you listen!? Not...” she shoved his face back in--

“Mmfff!?”

“YET!”

Again he was pressed into her tits, and again, his cock throbbed in Jasmine's mouth. Her slurping lips ran upon his entire length, starting from the base, and traveling all the way to the tip... before pushing back down again, and pulling all the way to the tip... and then pushing back down again, and pulling all the way to the tip!

His senses were being overloaded! This pleasure they subjugated him to was too much to fight against! He couldn't even think about fighting against this! Why would he fight against this!?

With a jerk of her hand, Paige forced Marcus' mouth open. He looked up at her, confused, but didn't even have the chance to speak before--

“Mmff!”

“That's better... shut your fucking mouth on this...”

Her nipple...

Went right into his mouth.

Paige's breasts were huge – far bigger than any breasts he's seen – and now her succulent nipple was right in his mouth. Hard and pink, her smooth areola filled his maw, while her nipple rested on his tongue. Driven by instinct, Marcus clamped hard upon the wolfess' nipple, and sucked with just as much dedication.

Her taste was so good. This body... this glorious and strong body... he was sucking on it like a baby. His tongue swirled and swirled, lapping at her flesh as he moaned into her body. The more his tongue brushed against her, the more her taste flowed straight to his brain.

All of his senses were being dominated by the amorous amazons around him. He tasted Paige's bosom. He smelled her flesh and body. He saw her gilded fur. heard Rosaria breathing and giggle in his ear. He felt Jasmine suck his cock. And all together, these senses added to the intense pleasure he was feeling.

They touched him, groped him, brought him higher and higher to that blissful crescendo, no matter how much he tried to fight it back. That is, if he was even trying to fight back anymore. Marcus had fallen, becoming nothing more than their little sex toy. He ground back against them, sucked harder upon Paige's tit, and thrusted softly into Jasmine's mouth. Harder... harder! Harder! Harder!

HARDER!!!”

“NMMMPHHH!!!”

His muffled moan filtered into Paige's body. The pleasure he endured finally hit its peak.

“Nmmm!!!”

Down below, Jasmine's eyes grew wide. Marcus' cock expanded... and then it exploded! Piping hot jizz filled her mouth, covering everything white with his seed. It was not only strong, but it was thick too, feeling more like globules of amorphous glue than it did like semen!

Smirking and looking up, she watched as Marcus shuddered, climaxing into her mouth during every moment. One spurt, two spurts, three spurts; flowing and flowing... and then stopping. It felt like forever; it was certainly longer than a normal climax. But of course, it eventually came to an end. His dick stopped pumping its seed, and Jasmine pulled back with a lewd and loud,

Pop!

Smirking as his cum dribbled down her lip, the lynx rose up and looked Marcus deep in the eye. Paige had released her hold on him, letting her tit pop out of his mouth and allowing him to stare the lynx in the face. His cum was oozing in her mouth. An animal made him cum. And he loved it.

And just to really drive this point home, Jasmine opened her mouth like some common slut, flaunting her bounty. His cum swarmed her teeth and tongue, transforming her mouth into a bath that could match the one they were end! Then the lynx closed her mouth, and--

“Glp... slrrp... gulp... aaah! All gone! Keeheeheeheehee!”

“I...” was all Marcus could eek out, his mind awash with more pleasure than thoughts.

“Hmmm... for a no good specist, his dicks pretty big,” Jasmine remarked as she flicked his cock, “Got a bit of stamina too... keeh...”

“But how's his mouth. Do you think it's as good at eating as it is in running?” Paige asked, to which Rosaria giggled.

“Well... I suppose there's only one way to find out,” answered the cobra.

“Hm... you're right...” Paige's eyes locked in on him, “Drop him...”

“Huh?” SPLASH! “GAAH!?”

Suddenly... water! Steaming hot water! Marcus fell into the tub, his head dunking beneath its surface. Its burning touch soaked into his flesh and hair, feeling like a scalding slap to the face! Quickly pushing back through the surface of the water, he gasped for breath and stared towards the trio of beastkin who assaulted him.

What he saw was pussy...

Face turning pale, Marcus found himself standing before Paige. The gilded wolfess with two-toned hair sat on the edge of the tub, her legs spread, her body glowing like a golden idol, and a smirk on her lips. Water and steam streaked down her statuesque form, making it radiate in the misty light of the bathhouse. Marcus could see every defined ab on her stomach, ever powerful muscle on her legs, and even the slight raising and lowering of her chest. A true amazon of beauty and power.

Marcus didn't know what to say... but... he didn't need to say a damn thing.

“Get in there!” shouted Jasmine, followed by a sharp push.

“Gah!”

He stumbled forward through the water, where he landed face first into Paige's pelvis. He tried pulling back – just to catch his bearings – but the wolfess grabbed him by the back of his head, pulling him forward with a forceful push.

“You heard her!” Paige shouted, “Get in there!”

“Nmmph!”

Well, he was in there. And 'there' was really hot, and moist, and even cuddly.

Marcus' face pressed hard against Paige's pussy, the nectar from her cunt smearing across his lips and cheeks. Even if he tried to escape, the wolfess' hand kept him pinned and incapable of moving. So he sat there, groaning against her as some of her honey passed through his lips and sat on his tongue.

Oh no... it was good.

Sweet and tangy, salty and bitter; the taste he got from Paige's cunt activated every one of his neurons. Marcus' eyes widened again in utter disbelief that he liked this. He should hate this! He should fight back more!

But he didn't.

Marcus raised his hands and pressed them upon Paige's thighs, but not to push himself back. No, he placed them there to brace himself against her, allowing the wolfess' hand to continue controlling him, grounding his face against her slick mound. Parts of him still fought back, but these parts were so damn... weak. Before he knew it, Marcus' mouth was opening up, capturing some more of her honey into his mouth.

“Mmmph! Mmmff! Nnnmmph!”

“Har har! Someone's getting into it,” Paige said, “Jasmine, pass me a cigarette, real quick.”

“Yeah, sure thing! Keeheehee!”

Above, the lynx handed her friend another cigarette, even helped her light it too. Below, she kept her hand firm to the back of Marcus' head, holding him hostage against her pussy. She felt his lips rumble against hers, his tongue lazily licking at her folds. Clearly, he's never gone down on a woman before. Poor bastard; the art of cunnilingus was lost on him. Fortunately for him, Paige was a gracious teacher.

Kinda...

“Hey, fuck boy,” she said as she spewed a toxic plume of tobacco into his face, “Get your tongue in there! Stop pussyfooting around!”

“But I--”

“No...” Grab! “Buts!”

“Nmmph!?”

Eyes widening once gain, Marcus looked up towards Paige's face as his mouth was forced between her cunt. Honey oozed between his lips, further drugging him on her sultry and powerful body. This time, escape was impossible. Not even the Jaws of Life would be capable of prying her hand from the back of his head! The only way he'd be free of her, is if he obeyed. So he did it...

He obeyed.

Opening his mouth further, Marcus pressed his tongue to her slick pussy. The first taste was yet another hit of the drug that is her body. Paige's flavor was so raw, dancing on his tongue as it trickled down into his throat. More instinctive moans left his lips, which flowed into the wolfess cunt, and sent reverberations through her body. She chuckled, her fingers grooving through his hair, while her lips took puff after puff on her cigarette.

Finally – after moments of fighting – Marcus worked his tongue into Paige's pussy. It clamped down upon the invasive muscle, squeezing him like a pair of moist, warm clamps. Groaning against her, he could do nothing but moan as his tongue was pulled in deeper, feeling the ridges and folds of her pussy rub against him.

The taste here was even more raw than before! It was hot like spice, and energized him better than caffeine could ever hope to do! After one bit of her feminine juices, Marcus desired – if not demanded – more! And to get that more, he pushed his tongue as deep into Paige's pussy as it could go, just as she ordered of him.

Deeper... deeper... deeepeeeerrr...

He licked her folds, he kissed them, he nuzzled them up to her cunt. More honey flowed into his awaiting mouth, and he lapped at it like a damn dog. Slurping, drinking, licking. Slurping, drinking, licking. Slurping, drinking, licking.

“Getting into it now?” Paige remarked, to which Marcus pulled back and snarled.

“You're... you're making me do this!” he said defiantly.

Paige scoffed at his statement, pulled over her cigarette, took a puff, then looked back down at him.

“Did I?” she said, “Idiot... haven't you noticed something yet?”

“Wh... what?”

“My hand?” she said as she raised it, “I'm not holding you to my pussy any more.”

“I--!”

Marcus tensed up. In one hand, Paige held her cigarette. In the other... well... the other was just sitting at her side. When did she release him!? He swore she had her hand to the back of his head! She must have let go sometime during his oral... and he was so enthralled with eating her out, that he didn't notice it.

Fuck!

Well, it was too late to stop now. Not just because he had the taste of her pussy still fresh on his lips, but because Jasmine wouldn't let him.

“Hey! Get moving, fuck boy!” shouted the lynx as she again shoved his face back into Paige's pussy with a boot to the back.

“Nmmph!?”

Placing his hands upon the wolfess' thighs again, he hungrily slurped and suckled at the wolfess cunt. Though she no longer had her hand to the back of his head, Jasmine gleefully kept him pressed to her moist mound. His hungry oral loudly echoed through the air of the baththouse, while his heavy cock bounced and throbbed between his legs. Now more than ever before, he pushed and delved his tongue into Paige's slick and strong folds, pushing that pink muscle as deeeeeeeep as it could go.

Shit. These bitches were just toying with him! Jasmine and Rosaria were watching him eat out Paige, while the wolfess casually puffed a cigarette. It was belittling; he didn't want to do this! At least... that's what he kept telling himself. Because no matter how defiant he thought he was being, his body showed what he really wanted. And what he really wanted was to keep eating Paige out!

“Hnnn... enjoying yourself...? Let's force you a little higher...” the wolfess whispered, making him tense up.

Higher? What did she mean by that?

Grab!

“Nmph!”

Again, Paige's hand fell on the back of his head, lifting him from her slick pussy. Then he pulled up... and up... and up, until--

Pat!

“Nnn!?”

Marcus head laid upon her abs. Like a bed of smooth, furry stones, they cradled him better than any bed could hope to. He's never seen such a strong woman before, and certainly has never rested with one like this. So to be here, his cheek on her body like so, her hand at the back of his head in a clutching hold... it was... nice? He... liked it?

WHY DID HE LIKE IT!?

“What are you waiting for, fuckboy?” Paige sneered, “Start worshiping...”

“W-worshiping...? Mmfff!”

Again, Paige pressed him into her abs, causing him to scramble. But, what did she mean by 'worship' her? How does he do that? She was just holding his face to her abs!

Oh... oh...

He got it now...

Looking up again, he appeared demure and docile as his lips pursed. With no hesitation, Marcus kissed Paige's abs, prostrating himself before the dominating wolfess. Feeling his lips kiss her – followed by tepid licks from his tongue – imbued a sense of power within Paige. She grinned, chuckled too, then took another puff of her cigarette.

“Wow, he's actually fucking doing it,” Jasmine chortled from behind, “Little fucking, fuckboy speciest. All big talk until someone strong comes and puts you in your place. Keeheehee! I'm gonna grab my phone; I gotta record this shit!”

He heard her wade through the waters, but was too focused on adorning Paige's abs with kisses. Even when the wolfess dropped her hand, he couldn't stop kissing her. He couldn't stop worshiping her. Tracing his tongue upon the ridges of her abs, kissing them; one each. Even dipping his tongue into her navel. Marcus didn't know what came over him, but he couldn't stop it. Not even his brain screamed for him to stop! It just said...

Keep going...

For several long moments, Marcus kissed and licked at Paige's stomach, doing as he was told; worship her. And he worshiped her with gusto. He wasn't half bad at this, kissing her belly and even lovingly stroked his hands down them. Seeing him so passionately adorn her stomach with kisses and licks, Rosaria slithered in from behind. She didn't warn him, didn't even make her presence known aside from the shifting of water. No warning... she just...

Grabbed him!

“Gah!?”

Marcus pulled up and looked over his shoulder. He found Rosaria's grinning face looking back. Again, her scaly body was like a luscious leather seat in how she cradled him. Buxom breasts pressed to his back, and slithering body coiled slightly around his legs. He was sandwiched between Paige and Rosaria, and the wolfess was getting antsy.

“Hey!” she shouted, “I don't remember giving you permission to stop!”

“But I--”

“No--” Grab! “Fucking buts!”

Again she forced him into her abs, with Rosaria leaning over to fully press her body into his. If he wasn't sandwiched before, he definitely was now! The duo pressed their bodies into him, squeezing him tight. Rosaria's leather-like body one way, and Paige's furry figure the other. They were both chiseled like amazonian goddesses, with sleek bodies that found a perfect blend between strength and softness. Grinding and grinding, delirious groans were forced from Marcus' lips as he was forced to hump and kiss Paige's abs.

Wait... hump?

No, he wasn't force to hump against her! Instincts took over, driving him to thrust softly against the wolfess before him. His thick cock ground and glided and humped against Paige's slick mound, triggering muffled groans from his lips. And then – before he knew it – breasts!

Amid the chaos of bodies, Marcus found himself pressed into Paige's cleavage. Her firm and furry tits cradled his head, while her arms hugged him in close. He couldn't think; his mind had seemingly regressed. Just hump, and lick, kiss, and suckle at anything that got in or close to his mouth.

“Keeheehee! Look at him! He's hopeless swinging his lips like a fucking ape,” Jasmine snickered as she recorded all of it with her phone, “Little fuckboy... keeh!”

Her sinister chortles bounced in Marcus' ears... but he wasn't as angered by them as he should have been. How could he be angry when the glorious bodies of Paige and Rosaria were sandwiching him like this?

His mind was slipping...

Tits. That's all Marcus could focus on. Tits. Paige's firm tits on his face and cheeks. Rosaria's leather tits on the back of his head. Both rubbing and grinding against him, swarming him in their burning heat. He could barely breathe, and whenever he did, he took in heavy lungfuls of their scents. This dripping odor of ecstasy...

“His dick is so hard,” Rosaria said as she looked ahead towards Paige, “He's so desperate.”

“Hm... so?” replied the wolfess as her lips spread out into a grin, “Why don't we torture him with it a bit?”

Her words fell on Marcus' deaf ears, as well as the giggles that came from the two. But he couldn't deny the touch of Rosaria's hand. It was sudden as she wrapped her claws around his member, squeezing tight. Her touch was much like Paige's from before, being smooth and gentle. But there was this firmness behind her grip, this power. Suddenly clinching down, Rosaria began jerking her hand back and forth upon Marcus' cock.

Eye widening, his pupils grew small as the sudden rush of pleasure roared through his senses. He wanted to moan loudly, but his muffled lips sent his cry of ecstasy straight into Paige's bosom! She grinned, chuckled too, then clinched down even harder. But her eyes? Her eyes drank in the image of his desperate face. She utterly indulged in it! More... MORE!

“Hrrnnghh! Hrrrrnnghmmmph!”

His muffled moans kept flowing, his eyes squinting in!

“HRRNNNMMPHH!!! MMMPHHH!!!”

Down below, his cock desperately throbbed in Rosaria's relentless hand!

“Har har!”

“Keeheehee!”

“Ufufufufu!”

Their giggles! Their laughs! It all went straight into his ears!

“HRRRNRNNNGGMMMPHH!!!”

And for the second time that evening...

SPLURRRRRTTT!!!

Marcus unleashed a thick rush of cum!

It roared from his dick, ropy bullet after ropy bullet. With his every blast of spunk, Marcus whimpered like a dog, his eyes rolling back and lids growing tense. It felt so amazing! This was the greatest orgasm of his life!

Each blast of seed he shot out stained Paige's pelvis and thighs, even reaching high enough to toss streaks upon her abs. The wolfess looked down at his face, suddenly appearing annoyed that he had the galls to cum all over her like he did. Is that not what she wanted? Rosaria was rubbing his cock so much; how could he not climax?

Though, those thoughts never actually left him... because he couldn't really think about much following such an amazing climax.

Finally, Paige pulled Marcus back, freeing him so that she could read his lust-drunk face. Cheeks were red, eyes were lidded, and he was panting white-hot breaths. Seeing him so small, so pathetic, made the wolfess chuckle.

But things weren't over yet...

“Rosaria...”

“Mm? Yes, Paige?”

“Why don't you show him what a cobra can do...”

That got a rise out of Marcus. What did Paige mean by that? Well...

SWIIISH!!!

Before he knew it, Rosaria had slithered around his entire body. She wrapped him tight, her limber form having coiled around him from his hips up to his chest. Marcus tried to move, but the cobra's body was far stronger. Again, he was trapped, but this time, she locked her eyes upon him.

Her yellow eyes... sharp like a viper... yet bright with an amazing luster.

Smirking, Rosaria looked Marcus up and down like she was eyeing up her next prey. She had utter and complete control over him, using her body to dominate his. Whenever she clinched with her serpentine form, he grew stiff as air was forced from his lungs. Then she'd relax – just a little bit – allowing him to suck in air... only to then squeeze again, forcing him to gasp.

The feeling of asphyxiation... it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Though Marcus clung to Rosaria, he wasn't actually trying to stop her. Either he had given up on trying to stop the three, or he was enjoying this feeling of having power so thoroughly stripped from him. Her scaled body stroked and brushed against his own, letting him feel her flawless body tease his skin. This form – these scales – could he ever be free of such bliss?

Marcus felt his heart get caught in his chest, and opened his mouth to speak, only to be silenced when the cobra opened her mouth. Her slithering tongue extended long from her jaw, but it was her fangs he was focused on... and the venom that dropped from them. They were purple in color, and oozed down her jaw and lips.

Was this it? Had they finally had enough, and were now going to kill him? Marcus opened his mouth to say something – anything! – but Rosaria dashed in.

“WAIT, I--” BITE! “GAAAHH!?”

Rosaria's fangs... bit into his neck and shoulder.

At first, all Marcus felt was the intense pain of a powerful bite. Her fangs easily tore through flesh, drawing blood as they sank into his veins. He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to relieve some of the pain, even groaned through his teeth, but nothing could quell the burning sensation.

However...

It did not last for long.

The heat from the bite suddenly dispersed all throughout his entire body. Marcus could feel his heart start to pump at twice the speed as Rosaria's venom forced his adrenal glands to start producing adrenaline. A lot of adrenaline. His breathing increased, his muscles grew tense, and all of this pressure went straight to his dick.

Twice... Marcus came twice. First by Jasmine's mouth, and then by Rosaria's handjob while she and Paige smothered him. But despite enduring both so close to one another, his cock suddenly felt impossibly hard!

Slowly Rosaria pulled back, having sank enough of her venom into his body. Smirking, she freed him from his coiled body and pulled back, allowing him to drop his gaze down. Marcus was already impressively hung for as mundane as he was, but now, his cock had put on an extra three inches of length, with an added inch of diameter as well! His cock was a fucking monster!

WHAT DID ROSARIA DO TO HIM!?

Making matters worse, everything felt twice as sensitive. The slight touches of her body, the waters he sat in, the edge of the tub, even the mist around him, it all left twice, if not three-times as delicate on his body! This hypersensitivity triggered groans and moans, as he'd never experienced something like this before.

“Keeheehee! Look at him! He's barely keeping himself together!” Jasmine said as she flashed him a grin, “What's wrong, fuckboy? Never been injected with an aphrodisiac before?”

“Wh-what?! What have you done to me...!?” Marcus replied as he looked down at his hands.

“Didn't you just listen to what Jasmine said?” Paige snapped back, “Rosaria injected you with her venom. You've just been spiked with an aphrodisiac, fuckboy. And now its pumping all through your veins. Everything you do – and everything we do to you – is gonna feel so craaazzyy...” the wolfess grinned, “Get ready for it. We're not gonna stop, even if you can't keep going!”

He looked up at her, his eyes wide.

“That's gonna... gulp... you're going to kill me!”

“Well... I can imagine worse ways to go,” Paige said as she took one last puff of her cigarette, “Mmmmff... fuaaaah... Rosaria? Har...” and then she smirked, “You know what to do...”

Marcus' eyes grew wide.

With a sudden swiftness, Rosaria darted for his body, again smothering him with her ebony body. He could see nothing, only feel her scales as they caressed his hypersensitive form. Amid the confusion, Marcus was brought out of the pool and laid upon pristine marble floor. Then the cobra slithered off of him, freeing and allowing him to stare at the ceiling overhead.

Marcus tried to move up, but his hands were suddenly grabbed and pulled above his head, pinning him to the floor. Looking up, his gaze fell upon Jasmine, who grinned back at him.

“Not gonna happen, fuckboy,” said the tomboy of a lynx, “Just lay back and enjoy yourself!”

“But I-- you--!?” Sliiiicckk! “Oh!?”

That was the feeling of a tongue sliding along his thigh.

Marcus jerked his head down to see Rosaria, fitted between his legs, her serpentine tongue stroking upon his thigh. Like everything since her venom got into his body, he could feel her tongue on a finite level. Every bump on the surface of that pink muscle, could be felt by every inch it teased on his skin. And with how long and nimble that tongue of hers was, he felt a loooooot of bumps!

With skill and precision, Rosaria licked every inch of Marcus' thighs. She'd trace lines in his flesh, then switch over to the other thigh, and perform the same. All the while she moved up on his body, triggering these little ruminations all throughout his body.

Biting into his bottom lip, Marcus attempted but ultimately failed to slow the moans which came from his mouth. They passed through his gritted teeth, making his lips warble and body twitch. Those sounds spurned Rosaria to further along her sensual licking, bringing her tongue all the way up his thighs to his crotch. She cared not about his pubic hair, and even gleefully lashed her tongue upon it, further lathering him in her heated spit. But then she kept moving up, bringing her tongue upon his belly. More lashes of her tongue, more spit raining down on his body, all the way up to his chest in fact!

Again and again, Rosaria assaulted him with her long, nimble tongue. She even went so far as the lick and lash his nipples, an act that really made Marcus croon. But then her body kept moving up, coming up to his neck, and then from his neck to his face. With relentless aggression, Rosaria licked his face, stroking her tongue along his lips, his cheeks, his nose; everything!

“Gaah! Aaah! Aaahh! Haaahh! Aaahhh! Too much! Nnghh! Too much!” Marcus cried, but the cobra never stopped.

He whipped his head left and right, trying to defend himself from Rosaria's onslaught, but utterly failing to do so. Above he could hear Jasmine's belittling laughter, and he could even see Paige, standing there and recording everything. But the cobra was quick to regain his attentions, as she suddenly slithered up completely.

Her body. Her black and red body of leather scales. It completely covered him. Rosaria's tits cradled his head, while the full weight of her body pressed down on him. Marcus could barely breathe, and when he did, he took in the cobra's erotic scent.

But it wasn't good enough for her to merely pin him to the floor with her body, no; Rosaria also needed to grind her body against him as well! She slithered upon Marcus, undulating her body with erotic movements that battered his hypersensitive flesh. He felt her tease every inch of him, leaving nothing spared as she moved up and down, and side to side.

And Marcus' cock absolutely quaked!

He's never even dreamed about having such a hard dick before, and right now, his penis could barely keep steady! He needed this tension relieved, he needed this pleasure unleashed! If he didn't, he'd lose his mind!

Perhaps Rosaria read his mind. Or maybe she just took pity on him. Regardless, the cobra suddenly slithered back down, returning to Marcus' legs. The cobra was grinning as she positioned her head above his cock, and her yellow eyes cut through the air to lock on his face.

Without saying a word, Rosaria's long tongue slithered out of her mouth, where it quickly wrapped around the head of his dick. Squeezing at his glands, she triggered a quake through Marcus, who could barely contain himself! But the cobra wasn't done. Her tongue further extended, wrapping around the entirety of his dick, squeezing his length hostage.

No human woman could ever hope to do something like this. A serpent's tongue was amazing! It had enough length to not only lick from the head of his cock to the base in one movement, but coil around it like she did with his body earlier! And, again, thanks to his hypersensitivity, Marcus could feel every inch of her tongue as it squeezed upon every inch of his cock.

And then Rosaria's mouth fell around his dick. A cobra – like most snakes – can easily swallow their prey whole. And that's what she was doing; swallowing his dick. Her jaw easily took in his massive cock, pulling it straight into her elastic throat. Marcus could feel it. He could feel her tongue still coil around his dick, could feel her teeth and fangs grace his girth, and he could feel her throat stretch to contain his cock. She wasn't deepthroating his dick, she was swallowing it!

Marcus couldn't take it anymore! His face was leaning back, his jaw hanging open as he let out a howling--

“AAAAHHHAAAHHHH!!!”

Followed by a roaring--

SPLURRRT!!!

Cum. It roared from his heavy balls, through his cock, out the tip, and right into Rosaria's awaiting throat. It seemed as if the venom didn't just pump energy straight into his cock, it also increased the amount of sperm he produced, because he outright flooded the cobra's throat with spunk! It flowed and flowed with heavy blasts, coating her mouth and throat with seed!

But Rosaria didn't even flinch.

She looked at him, her eyebrow arched in a curious manner, while some seed dribbled out of her lips. Then she pulled back. Slowly. She wanted him to see eeeeveerrrryyyy moment. And even if Marcus didn't want to look, he couldn't pull himself away. No one was even forcing him to look away! It was like Rosaria had him entranced.

So he watched her lips pulled off from his dick with a loud--

Shlurrrp!

Then Rosaria rose up, positioning herself above his still rigid cock. Keeping her lips sealed, she smiled at Marcus, and swallowed all of his cum down with one quick--

“Gulp!”

Oh yeah... she made sure the sound of it was nice and loud.

Even after that climax – the strongest one he's ever delivered – his cock remained hard. With a smirk, Rosaria brought her hand over, and then flicked his dick, triggering a whimpering cry from his lips. Damn... he sounded so fucking pathetic.

“Shiiiiiit! Look at his face,” Jasmine chuckled, “He looks so fuckin' weak. What's wrong, fuckboy? Where's all that 'animal' talk at now?” then she turned, facing the wolfess above them, “Hey, Paige, you recorded that?”

“Har... got it all...”

“Bitchin'!”

Shliingg!

Everyone looked over, facing the entrance to the bathing chamber. Well, everyone except Marcus; he was still recoiling from his climax.

But he heard footsteps coming. Closer... closer... until the mist parted as a certain shark joined them.

“What are you three doing?” Ceto said.

He looked up and over, his eyes falling on the owner of the bathhouse: Ceto. The shark woman was still wearing her opulent white robes with the blue sash and golden trim. Her oval glasses were slightly fogged, but it did little to hide the disappointed look in her eyes. For a moment, he thought she was disappointed with them... but then he realized she was disappointed with him.

“I thought I told you three to wait,” said the shark in a scolding manner, to which the wolfess giggled.

“Sorry, Ceto. When you told us he called you an animal in your own bathhouse, we got a little... hasty,” she said with a wry grin, “But, hey, we saved the bast part for ya! Rosaria's venom is already flowing through his veins. He'll probably cum the moment you touch 'em, let alone fuck 'em.”

“Haaah... always on the move, you three,” Ceto said as she pushed up her glasses, “I'm almost disappointed...” then she glared forward, “Let go of him, Jasmine.”

“Gotcha!”

Doing as she was told, the lynx released Marcus, allowing him to lean up. He panted for breath as he rubbed his wrists, looked down to his rigid cock, and then stared up to Ceto above him. The shark stood tall above him, her legs parted slightly as her hands rested on her hips in a bombastic pose. For a moment, Marcus thought about apologizing for what he had said, but he already knew it was pointless. No amount of apologizing would stop them, nor would they suddenly forgive him for his past transgressions. So instead of asking for forgiveness, he instead asked,

“Why?”

And Ceto cocked her head.

“Are you really asking 'why'?” she replied as she raised her hand, pulling out the needles that kept her black hair tamed into a bun, allowing it to fall straight along her back, “Are you that ignorant, Mr. Kelly?” then she reached over, grabbing her blue sash and untying it, causing her robes to fall slack on her body, “Do you really think you're the victim in this situation, Mr. Kelly?” she pulled back her robes, “No... you're not the victim. I am.”

Her robes fell, pooling at her feet and revealing her body in its entirety. Paige was big and burly. Voluptuous yes, but with this strength in her body that was impossible to deny. Rosaria was long and slender, with her unique serpentine body that allowed her to control his body with hers. Jasmine was peppy and young, with a boyish physique clearly tuned towards psychical acts like running... and maybe even brawling considering her personality.

But Ceto? Ceto! Ceto's body was just downright perfect.

She was tall like Rosaria, but not too tall. She had a spry and energetic physique like Jasmine, but clearly more feminine and mature. And she had the voluptuous body of Paige, though it wasn't as broad as the wolf's figure.

She was like a perfect balance of all three. Her looming height that cast a shadow over him, her buxom, busty chest that was shapely and fixed to her chest, her narrow waistline that was sleek and slender, and her wider hips which made everything so balanced. Marcus could do nothing but sit there in awe, drinking in the image of Ceto's divine body.

Yes, that's the perfect way to describe it; divine. Ceto was voluptuous and strong, with defined musculature on her arms and leg, her hips and thigh, and of course, abs chiseled on her stomach. Sharks were already dangerous creatures, but Ceto – for all of the refined grace she exuded before in the lobby – was twice as deadly as any sea creature.

Why? No, seriously, why? Why were all four of them these stunning, statuesque, amazonian goddesses? Even Jasmine – who was by far the shortest – could clearly fold him like a pile of fresh blankets. And Ceto looked like she could move mountains.

“You don't remember me, do you?” asked the shark, to which Marcus pulled back.

“Remember... you...?” he replied, confused, “Have we... met...?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Kelly,” she muttered with a wag of her finger, “Last year. Christmas. Gold Star Inc. runs an office party. My husband takes me in order to introduce me to his colleagues. Everyone's having fun... everyone but you.”

“What... what are you...? I don't remember...”

“Of course you don't. You had one too many cups of eggnog, and I suppose you're a lightweight. Whether buzzed or drunk, I don't care. But you couldn't keep your mouth shut. The moment you saw me, a beastkin... oh... the things that left your lips. I don't want to repeat them. It was utterly shameful, and I've never been so... disrespected in my life. I took in stride though; no point in getting up in a tizzy over your drunken slurs. I'd only end up making myself look worse, not you. That's how the game goes. But...” she raised a finger, “Kyufu... my darling husband. I love him so much. He promised me the chance to teach you some lessons in respect. So he befriended you! Led you. Right here. Right now.”

“He did...? But... who is he? Who's your husband!?”

“Kyufu... the fact that you don't know, shows just how pathetic you are, Mr. Kelly. But don't worry,” she shook her head, “By the time we're done with you, you'll understand your place.”

Ceto grinned. It was a dangerous, demented, almost monstrous grin at that. He saw the full set of her serrated teeth, and her brown eyes completely overwhelmed him. Gone was the affable woman he saw before; replacing her was a damn predator!

And this predator was going to fucking eat!

Reaching down, Ceto grabbed Marcus by the shoulders, and with a fraction of her mighty strength, she forced him up onto his feet. Legs made of jello, he stumbled forward into the powerful shark's hands, where she gripped him tight.

Then she moved back. One step. Another step. Another step. Incapable of fighting her off, Marcus allowed Ceto to lift him up like he was her own personal plaything. His eyes were glued to her face, reading the dangerous grin which refused to leave. Meanwhile, his hypersensitive body felt her touch and grope at various areas of his flesh. Her hands were so smooth, so soft, as one would expect of a regal woman. But she had the undeniable power of an amazon as she easily placed one hand on his back, and then the other hand at his legs. Lifting him up bridal style, Ceto turned around and faced the bathtub, while her brown eyes focused on his face.

“Take a deep breath,” she warned.

He did exactly as he was told.

“Huuuuuuuphm!”

SPLLAAAASSHH!!!

No hesitation. No warning. Ceto took one final step forward, and plunged straight into the waters of he bathtub. And Marcus realized something. This tub went in deeeeeeeeep.

From head to toe, he was completely covered in the waters of the bathtub. It was hot and brimming... yet it felt so good against his body. After a few moments where he floated there in a state of vertigo, Marcus finally worked up the courage to open his eyes. Above him was Ceto, still holding him close as her black hair fanned out above her. And the hungry grin she wore on her face was still there. No... It was even bigger than before!

Wait... what's this red stuff floating in the tub? It seemed to be coming from him.

Marcus looked at his shoulder.

Oh... right... Rosaria bite him to inject her venom into his veins, and it's not like he had a band-aid or gauze placed on the wound, meaning he was bleeding. And with Ceto being a shark, the slightest smell of blood was enough to activate her predatory senses. So this face she was making right now? This intense expression of sharp eyes and serrated teeth? That wasn't for show.

“MMMPHHFFF!!!”

“HNNMM!?”

Ceto's face dove in, her lips pressing hard to his. Her powerful tongue quickly entered his mouth, where it overpowered his tongue in a dominating fashion. All Marcus could do was cling back, both to deepen the kiss, but also to survive. Underwater, he couldn't breathe like she could, so this lip lock was the only thing stopping him from drowning.

But this only enhanced the mind-numbing pleasure he was enduring.

Like Rosaria's asphyxiation before, when Marcus couldn't breathe, his mind seemed to grow numb with ecstasy. His body was already hypersensitive, but this only intensified that feeling tenfold. The water on his skin felt like the void of space, with the only thing keeping him tethered being Ceto's powerful body. She gripped him tight, her hands squeezing his body. And every scale that brushed against him, he felt it.

And that tongue. Ooooh, that brutal, violent, aggressive tongue! Marcus was as stiff as a board, but that didn't stop the shark from dining on his mouth. She explored every inch of his mouth with her tongue, tasting him, lashing out at him, overwhelming him. And he felt it. He felt every lash, every strike, every twist, very swirl. And even as his lungs started to ache for breath, his sense of touch was still finite, still intense enough to experience all Ceto had to offer.

She was in control. She decided how much pleasure he gained, and for how long. She decided if he lied or died.

And Marcus loved it.

The air deprivation and intensely powerful kiss was almost enough to make him pass out in the tub, and if he did, he'd most likely die in this tub as well. But he didn't fight back, didn't claw for air or struggle to free himself from her grasp. He relented, knowing full well that he could do nothing against the superior shark. If she wanted to keep free him, then so be it. If she wanted to keep kissing him, then so be it. But if she wanted to just outright let him drown? Then so be it.

Fortunately, it wasn't the latter.

SPLASH!

Water flew sky high as Ceto and Marcus broke through the surface of the tub. She threw her head back, hair flying back like a whip. Meanwhile, he laid in her arms, dazed and barely clinging to consciousness. He had enough thought to look forward, gazing upon Ceto's face, while the shark looked back with an excited grin.

“We're not done yet, Mr. Kelly,” she growled in a sinister manner, “The night's just begun. We're gonna etch our bodies into your detestable mind. Make you really know how better we are than you. Get ready...”

There was an odd dichotomy with how Ceto carried herself. Her words were sinister yet honest, but then she grabbed and held him with such gentleness. Through the waters she swam with Marcus in her arms, his heart racing as she carried him over towards the edge of the tub. And it was with that same gentleness that she laid him out on the floor.

Marcus panted, his gaze dazed as Ceto arose from the tub, water glistening down her body and making her radiate like a sea goddess. She even posed for him, her hands raising into her hair, tossing it up once, twice, thrice, while this deadly grin appeared on her face. Marcus was so enthralled, he couldn't look anywhere else, though he heard Rosaria's giggles, Paige's chuckles, and Jasmine's taunting laughter.

They seemed to be gassing Ceto up, like she was a star quarterback on a tied game, and it was the fourth quarter. What was she going to do to him? Marcus' mind raced with hundreds of thoughts, but they all came to one conclusion.

She was going to fuck him. She was going to fuck him so damn haaarrrrdd!

Kneeling before Marcus, Ceto reached down and placed her hand on his cock, the sensitive touch immediately sending a jolt down his spine. Grinning, he rubbed her palm around his cock's helm, smearing his precum and the bathwater all around it until his length's head was as smooth as it was sticky.

When Ceto was pleased, she rose her hand to her face, while her brown eyes kept Marcus trapped. And with him watching, she casually licked the precum off of her palm, a sensual smirk adorning her lips. Then she dropped her hands, tracing them sensually down Marcus' thighs, before coming to a halt at his ankles.

“Oooooh! Oh! Fuck! Hey, fuckboy! You're totally fucked!” Jasmine laughed as she scrambled to whip out her phone, “I definitely need to record this!!!”

Why was she so excited? What was Ceto going to do to him!?

Well...

Grab! Grab!

“Hm?”

Ceto grabbed his ankles; one in each hand. Marcus arched up to try and look at her, but was suddenly pinned to the floor by Paige. The gilded wolfess grinned down upon him, chuckled too; she knew what was coming. They all knew what was coming, but him!

With Marcus pinned down, Ceto had free range to do whatever she wanted to do this body. And what she did was grip his ankles tight, and then lift them. Up... up... up! Marcus watched as the already towering shark loomed over him even more, his ankles in her hands. The grip she had was tight; escape was impossible!

And right there, at the bottom, was his cock. Longer and harder than it had ever been in his life, it stood tall against Ceto. Smirking, the shark moved forward, grinding her slick pussy against the head of his cock. The touches were enough to make him clinch; one, by one, by one.

Oh... oh no... he really was fucked.

“Rosaria,” Ceto said, her eyes still locked on Marcus' face, “Could you help me out here...?”

“Ufufu! Of course, Ceto!”

The cobra slithered over, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock. Under her control, she pointed it up towards the shark's pussy, angling everything perfectly so that all Ceto needed to do was push.

So Ceto pushed...

“No... no... no no no... NO NO NO!!!” Marcus cried, before, “AAHAHH!!!”

SHLURP!

Too much! Too much! Too fucking much!

With one push, Marcus' overcharged cock slipped right into Ceto's tight, strong, scaly, folds. The slick juices of her pussy covered his cock, while the pink walls clinched it tight. Her pussy was like a foam surface in how malleable yet tight it was. The grip she had on him was strong enough to break steel.

Now, look, Marcus was no player, but that's not to say he was a virgin either. He's slept with women before. Human women, of course. But this? There was nothing to compare this too. Ceto's pussy was strong. It gripped his dick, held it hostage, and then pulled him in deeeeeeep. She seemed to take joy with watching him writhe on the floor, because the shark was slow as she took him.

What did she say not too long ago? Oh right...

We're gonna etch our bodies into your detestable mind.

Right... that's what she was doing. She was beating into his head this feeling. The feeling of a superior body, dominating him. That's what this has all been. Teaching him that they were better, and there was nothing he could do but submit.

Nothing...

It was just one penetration. Ceto didn't ride him, she didn't pound him into the floor or anything. She just pushed his cock inside of her in this amazon position. But his hypersensitivity made the feeling of this penetration that much more intense. And it all built up to...

“AAHHHHHHNNNNN!!!”

SPLURRRT!!!

Marcus' head rolled back, his mouth agape and eyes rolling as he climaxed with full force into Ceto's awaiting pussy. Even though she had his ankles in her grasp, he still shot up with his hips, trying to stuff his cock as deep into her cunt as it could go. His dick sputtered, endlessly spewing his white-hot jizz into the shark's pussy, staining her once pink walls completely white with cum.

He'd slow down for a moment... and then thrust up with another loud--

SPURT!!!

Another moment where he'd slow down... only to again thrust up and--

SPURT!!!

One more time, he'd slow down completely, his body shuddering... only to one final time...

SPURT!!!

Then and only then his body dropped, his mouth endlessly gasping for breath as his dazed expression was seen by all. Rosaria, Paige, Ceto, Jasmine, and, yes, Jasmine's phone, took in every sordid detail of Marcus' ultimate defeat. They toyed with him... fucked him... and it all came to an end with him unleashing his enhanced seed right into Ceto's pussy.

And he did it with his lips in a slight smile. He actually enjoyed it.

“Holy shit... he came inside of you...” Jasmine remarked as she recorded the sight of Marcus' seed streaking down Ceto's thigh and his cock, “What a fucking idiot! What's he gonna do if he knocks you up?”

“I doubt that...” Paige replied, a grin adorning her lips, “This fuck boy's seed is too weak to knock up someone like Ceto! Besides, I think I'd sooner become celibate than give birth to one of his spawn!”

“Weeelll... what are you going to do, Ceto?” Rosaria asked.

“Oh... I know what I'm gonna do,” replied the shark.

She released her hold on Marcus' legs, letting them drop, and causing his cock to pull out of her cunt with a lewd and loud--

Shlurrp!

Still dazed, he could barely think about anything as Ceto walked up towards him. The sight of her legs standing beside him, snapped Marcus back to reality.

He looked up, his eyes falling on Ceto's pussy... and his cum as it oozed out of her. The intense fragrance of his climax drugged his nose, as well as the odor of the shark's feminine juices. It oozed out of her, falling on his face in this sinful little combination that stained him. He didn't even flinch.

“Eat it...” Ceto whispered.

“Wh... what...?”

“I said 'eat it',” she repeated, “Eat it, Mr. Kelly.”

Then she reached down, and much like Paige did throughout the evening, Ceto grabbed the back of his head. Forcing him onto his knees, the grinning shark looked down upon Marcus as her pussy sat before his face. He looked back, his heart racing as her words traveled through his head. Then he looked down, again staring at her pussy as his cum oozed out of her.

His cum... she wanted him to eat his cum out of her pussy. She wanted him to clean her. But she wasn't forcing him to do it. Releasing her hand on his head, Ceto stood before Marcus with her fists on her hips, waiting for him to eat her out by his own volition.

The ultimate humiliation...

If he ate her out, he'd truly and utterly submit.

But...

Let's face it. He had submitted long ago.

Reaching his hands up, Marcus placed his palms upon Ceto's hips. He could hear Rosaria, Paige and Jasmine all giggle behind him, but he didn't care. His focus was squarely on Ceto's pussy, and his face moved in. His mouth opened.

Slick... slick... slick...

“Nmmph...”

“Kyufu fu... good!”

…

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“Hnnnggh~!”

“Hey! Keep thrusting, fuck boy!”

“And keep sucking too! I don't remember saying you could stop! Keeheeheee!”

“Hhhnngg!”

Bodies. Bodies all around him. The perky tits of Jasmine and the firm breasts of Paige, both surrounded and covered his face. Meanwhile, busty and leather breasts of Rosaria cradled the back of his head.

Marcus was surrounded in flesh. Beautiful, powerful, buxom flesh. The three beastkin who dominated him, overwhelmed his lanky body with their superior ones. He could hear Jasmine giggle as her tits and nipples kept dancing across his lips. On the other end, Paige pushed herself hard against him, making it hard to stand as her tits too pushed into his lips and face. Had it not been for Rosaria who kept him upright with her coils, he would have fallen over. Then again, the cobra wasn't making this easier either as her tongue kept licking as his head, even delving into his ears until his upper-body was lathered with her dribbling spit.

They left the tub long ago. Marcus couldn't tell you when; he was far too dazed to focus. But somewhere along the way, they moved here, into one of the more refined rooms of the bathhouse. The beastkin had made good on their promise to etch their bodies into his mind; neither his mind nor his flesh would ever forget this feeling. Not with all the bite marks and claw marks that adorned his body.

Ah, but what of Ceto? Well...

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“Hnnnghhh!!!”

“Kyufu... keep going, Mr. Kelly...”

Her legs spread as she rested on the bed, he thrusted his enhanced burly cock in and out of her sweltering folds. Ceto had such expert control over her body, that she could easily squeeze her cunt over his length, torturing him as he had to fight back to to pull out, and fight hard just to push it in. His whimpering cries of pleasure echoed out for all to hear, which only further spurned the quartet to further along their sexual torture.

But Marcus never stopped. He was their submissive little pet, which was right where he belonged.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Hm?”

As Marcus continued thrusting into her pussy, Ceto looked over to her bedside. Her phone was ringing. And on the phone's screen was a familiar name.

Click!

“Kyufufu! Hi, Arthur...”

Her voice rang with this sweetness, her chest swelling with joy. This wasn't how she'd been sounding all throughout the evening. It wasn't mature and graceful like a professional hostess, nor was it strong and belittling like a femdom. It was soft and kind... loving, even.

“Heya, Ceto!” a familiar voice rang through the phone, “So... how'd the evening go?”

“Kyufufu~! Why don't you take a listen for yourself?” Ceto replied as she lowered her phone down.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“HNNNGGHH!!!”

SPURRT!!!

For what felt like the umpteenth time this night, Marcus shuddered, climaxing into Ceto's pussy. Jizz flowed from his empowered cock, again painting her pink walls white with seed. The thing is, even after his climax, Rosaria's venom kept his dick as hard as steel, and the beastkin wouldn't let him stop.

“HEY! KEEP GOING!” Jasmine shouted, followed by a swift--

SMACK!

“Nnnnghh!”

To his butt.

Doing as he told, Marcus pulled back his hips, and--

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“Wow... that sounds soooooo good,” Arthur said as Ceto pulled her phone back up to her ear.

“Hurry up, darling,” cooed the shark, “I want you to watch me dominate him~”

“Oh, I want to see it tooo,” he groaned through the phone, “But... I just got swamped with some extra work here at the office. I don't think I'll be coming home until late,” he quivered on the other end, “Ghhh... and even when I do get home, I'll be too tired.”

“Oooh, don't worry darling. Jasmine's been recording e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. When you get back, we can play it on our room, and you can see me absolutely fuck his mind! Kyufufufufu~! This was the best present I could ever have, darling.”

“Heh! Anything for you, Ceto! Just uh... don't fuck his mind up too well. I still need him to do his job!”

“Don't worry, darling! We reform him after we're done really shattering his psyche to pieces... though I think we've already done that.”

“Oh you shark... hm...? Huh? Oh! Section Chief Jessica just came in, I gotta go!”

“Kyufu~! Don't work too hard, darling. I'll need you lively for when you get back,” she smiled, “Rosaria's looking forward to biting you again.”

“Aaaaah! Now I'm gonna be thinking about that all niiiiighhhht! You're supposed to be torturing Marcus, not me!”

“Kyufufufufu~! Sorry, darling, I couldn't help myself.”

“Love you, Ceto!”

“Love you too, Arthur...”

Click!

Their phone call cut, Ceto placed it aside, as her once soft face was replaced with that devilish, predatory gaze. Looking forward, her eyes fell upon Marcus, who was still thrusting into her cum-soaked cunt.

Her grin spread out wide, and all around him he heard the taunting giggles of the others. Sweat percolated on Marcus' form, and his dazed face was revealed when – for a moment – Paige and Jasmine pulled away. His eyes were locked surely on Ceto however, who grinned and chuckled in his direction.

“This is going to be a looooong weekend, Mr. Kelly.”

He swallowed his spit.

“Yes ma'am...”