(I wasn't planning on writing it, but then I thought...this novel doesn't have that many NSFW chaps and since I'm bored, I might as well do something.
So NSFW below. Read if you're 18+)
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After a brief deliberation, the two had no choice but to turn and head toward the kitchen, planning to seek Lorne's help.
But for some reason, the further they walked, the more a burning warmth seemed to rise within them, their eyes growing somewhat hazy.
Especially when they caught sight of the figure busily moving about in the kitchen, some switch inside them seemed to suddenly flip on.
An indescribable impulse and hunger surged into their hearts, washing everything else away.
"You two, what is wrong with you? Your faces are so red?"
"Why are you both throwing yourselves at me? The food is not ready yet..."
"Wait, stop grabbing!"
"Help, help!"
A cry of distress was swallowed by the sounds of rough commotion in the night.
Medea got to him first as she pressed herself tightly against his back, her soft tits flattening against him, hips rolling hard so he could feel through his robes just how soaked she already was.
Her breath came scorching hot against his neck, laden with desperate pants.
"Senior brother... I can't hold it... it's burning..."
Atalanta dropped to her knees in front of him without a word, her golden feline ears pinned flat against her head as her long, tufted tail lashed violently against the floorboards. She yanked at his clothes with shaky, frantic hands, tearing the fabric open.
"Teacher... change back... I want to see... the real you..."
"Wait..."
Looking at them like that, Lorne knew he was about to be ravaged and could only follow their wishes, shifting his form back into the handsome wine god he once was.
Well... although changing back wasn't strictly necessary, since the previous him was also him, combining the features of both this body and his previous life, the two girls didn't know it.
They just wanted to make love with the man with whom they had spent years building an undeniable bond.
As soon as he changed back, the wild catgirl ruthlessly tore the rest of his clothes away.
When his cock sprang free, thick, throbbing, and already rising to its full size, she stared for half a second, her pupils dilated as she licked her lips like it was the most intoxicating delicacy she had ever laid eyes on.
Then, she opened her mouth wide and took the heavy glans straight in, moaning deeply around it like she had been starving for years.
"Mmm... teacher... ahhn!~ ♥️" she mumbled, her hot saliva already running down her chin as her tongue swirled frantically over his tip. "I've thought about this... so many times... ah!~"
While Atalanta greedily played with his masculine meat, taking him deeper and letting her saliva lubricate his shaft, the unholy fire in her lower body burned out of control. Her tufted tail coiled tightly around Lorne's left calf, anchoring her lower body as she began grinding her dripping, hairless pussy against his skin in desperate, twitching pulses.
Meanwhile, Medea, who couldn't get his thick rod to relieve the searing itch inside her own body yet, could only make do with her senior brother's lips and neck.
She treated his skin like a luscious delicacy, sucking, biting, and licking him all over, her hands aggressively groping his chest and shoulders.
"I like you... mmhmm~... Senior brother... ahhn!~ "
However, the throbbing hunger inside their bodies didn't calm down.
Instead, the intense friction only heightened the heat to a scorching point, and soon both girls were grinding all over him, completely overcome by their urges.
"Senior brother... please..."
Medea whimpered against his lips, her tongue greedily tasting him while her hips ground frantically against his hip.
Her thin garments were already completely drenched through at the crotch, leaving slick, hot streaks along his skin.
Lorne staggered back against the sturdy kitchen counter, watching the two refined women completely lose themselves to their deepest carnal desires, and he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
After calling upon his divine power to inspect their state, he realized the exact reason why they were acting like this.
Unfortunately, he had no way to purge the effect besides the most direct, physical solution.
Fortunately, Aphrodite was no longer the goddess who did whatever she wanted without thinking about the consequences.
Although she was as moody as ever, she was no longer that bitter deity cursed to never get the love she wanted and thus playing with the hearts of mortals.
After receiving his love and staying by his side, she no longer resorted to forced love tactics.
The Golden Apples she had used, while carrying potent aphrodisiac-like qualities, wasn't a mind-controlling potion.
After all, they merely highlighted and amplified existing affection.
Just eating the apple wouldn't have produced this wild effect on its own.
If it were anyone else standing in front of them, anyone for whom they didn't already harbour deep, suppressed romantic feelings, they would still be the exact same witch and proud huntress they always were.
Unfortunately, they were standing in front of the very man they had been secretly harboring a massive crush on for years.
And so... the situation spiraled completely out of control.
The apples had done their work, and Lorne could feel the intense, primal hunger burning in their eyes.
Their long hidden wants had just been dragged out into the open, doused in oil, and set completely on fire.
Seeing Atalanta swallow the luscious delicacy, Medea's throat parched completely, her eyes growing glazed and dark with unfulfilled hunger.
"Don't keep him all to yourself..." Medea whimpered, her voice dripping with raw desperation. "Give me some too! ♥️"
Just as Atalanta took her teacher's cockhead all the way to the base in one lewd, satisfying deepthroat, Medea suddenly attacked from the side, using her body to quietly push the huntress back.
At the same time, her slender fingers unconsciously squeezed the erect meatrod in front of her; the sudden, greedy milking pressure making Lorne groan involuntarily!
The base of Medea's tongue pressed hard against his thick glans as she made muffled, humming sounds through her nose.
"Medea...!"
When Atalanta reacted, she realized she had lost half her territory and quickly fought back, colliding her soft body directly with Medea's!
*Thump!*
Two fair, fleshy bodies made a muffled sound upon intimate contact.
Both beauties felt each other's smooth, sweat-drenched skin as they locked eyes in fierce competition. While Atalanta undoubtedly held the physical advantage due to her superior huntress strength, that didn't mean Medea would back down when her burning core was demanding satisfaction.
However, Lorne, who was being deliciously tortured, gasped out,
"Ok. Don't fight. Don't fight. There is enough for both of you."
The two also knew they couldn't waste time bickering.
The unholy heat in their lower bodies was becoming completely unbearable, and fighting would only delay their relief.
So, they stopped complaining as Medea happily hugged Lorne's left thigh, afraid to leave his skin for even a single second!
They stopped fighting, but the competition remained fierce, and both got exactly what they wanted.
Now the two beauties were completely pressed together in front of the young god.
Each used her sexy body and fair tits to clamp one of his legs.
They held his cock together—fortunately, it was long and thick enough for both pairs of hands to get a firm grip, holding the cockhead, the shaft, and fondling his heavy balls.
They stroked, rubbed, and moved their palms all over his length, while continuously sliding their ass back and forth, using his legs and feet as masturbation tools, their soft cunts and plump pussy lips rubbing seductively against his skin, leaving thick, clear trails of juices behind.
After stroking his shaft for a while, they felt it wasn't nearly enough and moved toward the center.
But before their two charming faces collided, the straight, hard, scorching cock in the middle formed an insurmountable barrier!
The musky shaft casually rubbed against their pretty faces, making their bodies throb violently and they instantly leaned forward into the blowjob game of jointly devouring his cock.
"Mmm... slurp... hiss, ha... mmm... mmm, so hard~ ♥️"
Medea's tongue landed on the shaft, using wriggling, trembling friction to feel the cock's extreme hardness.
Especially when her sensitive tongue tip slid across the bulging veins, feeling the sheer strength of his male organ, she couldn't help but moan lewdly.
Seeing that Medea had taken the shaft, Atalanta focused her wild eyes on the huge cockhead.
Her golden cat tail lashed violently in rapid, erratic thuds against the floorboards as she used her soft tongue to lift the mushroom tip, then gently pressed her upper lip down, occasionally scraping it with her small teeth, stimulating the slit to secrete thick, sticky precum!
"Mmmph! Slurp..." A loud, wet gasp escaped her throat as her eyes rolled back in sheer bliss.
Her throat expanded to accommodate his thick girth, her feline teeth scraping his sensitive head, as saliva ran freely down her chin and dripped over his heavy balls that were being massaged by Medea. "Teacher... it's so big... so hot..."
Because Atalanta's tongue was attached to the cockhead, the sticky juice that was hard to swallow accumulated on her fragrant lips, causing her delicate nose to wrinkle slightly.
She only got a moment to sniff it while catching her breath, but that was all it took.
The scent full of divine male hormones and raw arousal rushed into her brain, instantly making the wild beauty lift her misty, lust-filled eyes, her cheeks flushed a deep red.
Compared to the cockhead, the shaft indeed had less concentrated flavor.
Seeing Atalanta sucking the tip with such sloppy fervor, Medea couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
However, the catgirl refused to yield the top, her tail puffing up bristling fur as she held her ground, so the witch shifted her attention down to the heavy eggs below.
Her slippery tongue teased the balls hanging under his cock before she moved her head forward, aiming at one ball and sucking hard, trapping it in her warm mouth!
She pursed her lips tightly, forcing the skin to press closely.
Her tongue lewdly wrapped around it while she took a deep breath, making her cheeks sink in so his testicles fully enjoyed the tight, contracting pleasure.
Because it was their first time doing this together, their actions weren't smooth or practiced.
However, it was precisely because of this uncoordinated eagerness that the stimulation became overwhelmingly intense.
Medea was soft, gentle, and utterly consumed by the hungry warmth of the aphrodisiac influence, her tongue lapping at his shaft with frantic devotion.
Meanwhile, Atalanta was wild and feline, her sharp teeth lightly grazing his hyper-sensitive tip, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight down his spine.
While Lorne was enduring the dual assaults, the two girls weren't any better.
No, they were far worse.
Their lower bodies simply couldn't handle the constant, agonizing heat of the aphrodisiac while performing oral.
Driven mad by the unfulfilled itch between their thighs, they actively rubbed against his legs, dancing, twisting, and dry-humping him in a frenzy. Atalanta's tail snaked tightly around Lorne's ankle, pulling her wet, twitching groin harder against his leg.
"It's so itchy... senior brother... please... ♥️" Medea whimpered, her fingers tearing frantically at her own garments.
"Teacher... it hurts... help us... I can't take it!~" Atalanta begged, her cat ears twitching wildly as her tail whipped around her own waist, brushing against her bare hips.
Seeing them like that, Lorne had no choice but to help his two desperate girls.
Reaching down, he used each hand to undress them, grabbing their skirts and tearing their underwear aside to reveal their swollen, glistening pink cunts, completely dripping with their love juices.
Then, reserving each palm for one girl, he spread their wet, scalding folds and plunged his fingers straight inside, stroking their hyper-sensitive walls while aggressively rubbing their erect, throbbing clits with his thumbs to soothe the unbearable itch, making them gasp and groan in frantic pleasure.
"Ahhn!~ Senior brother... yes, right there! ♥️" Medea whimpered, her back arching off the cold floor as his long fingers curled deep inside her narrow, velvet cave.
Her delicate insides contracted rhythmically around his knuckles, drenching his hand in a sudden wave of hot, slick cream.
The intense sensation of his calloused thumb rapidly flicking against her hyper-sensitive clit sent electric shockwaves straight to her core, making her toes curl and her eyes roll back in sheer ecstasy.
Atalanta let out a sharp, guttural moan, her cat ears pinning flat against her head as Lorne's other hand mercilessly worked her tight, athletic entrance.
"Mmmph!~ Teacher... harder... rub it harder!" She gasped out. Her feline tail shot straight out, stiffening from the root, before coiling tightly around Lorne's forearm like a whip, using its muscular grip to pull his hand deeper into her drenched, contracting slit.
Her inner walls, naturally elastic and pulsing with intense heat, clamped down around his fingers like a vice.
Every time his palm pressed hard against her swollen clit, a sharp, pleasurable agony tore through her, forcing loud, wet squelching sounds to echo from her dripping pussy.
Driven completely mad by the dual assault of his fingers inside her and his cock in her mouth, she bucked her ass frantically against his hand, her tail twitching in violent shockwaves while her muffled, slutty moans vibrated directly against his shaft.
His actions, their actions, and all the reactions proved to be too much for the three.
The intense stimulation made his cock twitch violently—a clear sign of an impending release.
Atalanta, seeing his reaction, feeling her own high, stretched her finger and placed it near the slit, pressing and circling it a few times before her palm gently gripped the shaft.
She stroked it for a moment, then opened her mouth wide and took the fully erect cockhead deep inside, using her feline mouth to its absolute limit!
One beauty sucked the top, her tongue swirling around the slit; the other beauty sucked the bottom, her tongue tightly wrapping around his balls.
Combined with Lorne's hands furiously fingering their drenched, contracting cunts, rubbing their swollen clits simultaneously, the pleasure exploded beyond control for all three of them.
"I'm cumming!~"
Lorne roared as they released their mouths at the same time and knelt between his legs, waiting for the impending release.
Their holes spasmed from the constant fingering.
Mouths opened wide, tongues stuck out, they came with loud moans at the exact moment he erupted.
Scorching seed sprayed across their wide mouths, targeting them alternately, while his palms were thoroughly drenched by two simultaneous streams of squirt, each carrying a unique, intoxicating scent.
Atalanta's tail whipped airward, vibrating violently from root to tip as her body shook from her intense orgasm.
The loud, wet groans echoed throughout the kitchen as the three reached their climax in copious amounts.
Yet, even an intense orgasm did nothing to quench the burning desire in their lower bodies.
Instead, the taste of his seed only intensified the unholy fire.
Medea turned around on all fours right there on the kitchen floor, her plush ass raised high. "Please... senior brother... put it in me..."
Atalanta instinctively crawled underneath her without needing to be told, lying on her back so she could lick up any juices dripping from the pink flesh.
It had indeed been a while since Lorne had fully satiated his desires, and this view ignited his lust completely.
He gripped Medea's soft hips, lined up his rigid tip, and pushed in with one long, relentless thrust.
Her virgin cunt stretched wide around his girth, burning hot and unbelievably tight, her inner walls fluttering violently as if trying to swallow his entire length in one go.
"Ahh..... so thick... filling me up completely... ♥️!" The witch cried out, her fingers digging into the floorboards.
She was a virgin. The thick head forced her untouched entrance open, spreading soft, unused flesh that had never taken anything so large, making her scream in pain.
However, the aphrodisiac quickly did its work, turning it into a heavy, aching fullness.
Her endless flow of juices made the passage slick and lubricated, even as her virgin walls clamped down around his shaft with all their strength.
Lorne, who was completely sober, felt every single ridge of her tight warmth.
The narrow, scorching grip nearly made him unload his second load right then and there.
However, when she started thrusting her ass back and forth, aching for more, he could only grit his teeth to stop his spray and start moving; thrusting from behind.
Every heavy thrust made her soft, unblemished melons swing wildly beneath her chest.
Atalanta's tongue worked greedily between them, licking where their bodies were joined, flicking over Medea's swollen clit until the witch clenched hard and screamed in pleasure. Atalanta's tail brushed up between Medea's legs, its tufted tip getting thoroughly soaked in their mixed juices, flicking rhythmically against Medea's inner thighs.
"More... harder... fuck your senior brother's cock deep into me... ♥️!" She babbled, pushing her ass back to meet every single stroke.
Looking at the scene, seeing her usually quiet friend show such reactions, screaming with such unfiltered ecstasy, the catgirl, who was greedily slurping on the dripping nectar, felt her desires reach the point of being unbearable.
She pulled her mouth away just long enough to pant, her tail wrapping tightly around Lorne's ankle, rubbing her own wet pussy against his skin.
"My turn... teacher... I need it too... it's burning..."
Lorne, who was plowing into his junior sister's soft, chaste cunt to soothe her itch, looked down at his wild catgirl begging so helplessly.
He sighed softly, his heart softening, though his cock remained as rock-hard as ever.
However, just as he was about to pull out, the witch squeezed her hole around his shaft, desperately holding him in, not wanting to let go of the throbbing meat that was soothing the burning ache.
"No... me... you've just started... please... brother... don't pull out... continue... ♥️!"
Faced with this dilemma, his quirky junior sister squeezing him from behind, and his adorable, teary-eyed student begging from below,
Lorne immediately changed their position.
He grabbed Medea, turned her around, and laid flat down on the floor, letting her straddle his waist.
"Come here."
Then he pulled Atalanta over, instructing her to squat directly over his face.
Medea, who had just been deprived of the ecstasy, whimpered before looking down at the rock-hard meatrod, the one granting her the ecstasy. Without asking, she lifted her ass, aimed her plump cunt at the proudly standing big cock, and slowly sat down.
"Oh... oh... ahhn!~ ♥️"
She let out a long, breathless gasp as she took his entire thickness back into her flooded cunt.
Although her passage was drenched in juices, her virgin tightness still made her move slowly at first.
But driven by the heat, her plump, round ass began to rise and fall in a steady rhythm, swallowing his length over and over.
Meanwhile, Atalanta squatted directly above his head, grinding her wet slit over his face.
Feeling her delicate, restless hole hovering right over his mouth, Lorne instinctively opened wide, sucking in her slightly drooping inner lips and greedily swallowing all the flowing juices of the huntress while the witch rode him wildly from above.
As she rode his face, Atalanta's tail whipped erratically behind her, the soft fur brushing against Medea's stomach and chest, stimulating both girls further.
The two girls leaned into each other, embracing tightly and pressing their four soft tits together, moaning in unison as the pleasure built toward another peak.
"Oh... ahh... ah..."
"Oh... oh... it's coming... cumming again!~ ♥️"
After plowing the witch's tight hole until her body spasmed and orgasmed heavily around his length, Lorne, who was greedily licking and sucking his student's cunt, shifted positions.
He pulled free of Medea with a loud, wet sound, leaving her hole gaping and dripping onto his thighs, and finally shoved his cock straight into Atalanta's chaste cave.
"Ahh... so deep..."
She screamed as his thick meat filled her virgin depths, her narrow walls stretching from the hard invasion. Her cat ears pinned back in shock, and her tail snapped straight out, wrapping around Lorne's waist like a strong, golden leash, pulling his hips tightly against her ass.
Fuck.
Lorne gasped at the sensation of her walls, completely different from Medea, squeezing him just as tight if not more.
Unlike Medea's soft, voluptuous, and yielding witch body, Atalanta was an athletic huntress.
Her physical structure was remarkably elastic, toned, and firm.
Her virgin cunt was noticeably tighter, gripping his cock like a hot, muscular vice that contracted rhythmically with intense feline heat.
He couldn't tell which was better, but fuck, they were soul-sucking.
"Fuck..."
He groaned as he pulled out his cock until only his cockhead remained inside her hungry depths and then slammed forward with all his might, shoving his cock inside the deepest parts.
"Ohhh....."
Her eyes rolled back as his heavy glans bottomed out against her deep sanctuary.
"Nngh... so deep... hitting my womb... don't stop... teacher, please don't stop!~ ♥️"
He fucked her just as hard and relentlessly. Atalanta's tail clung desperately to his lower back, anchoring his hips so every single thrust pounded directly into her cervix. Meanwhile, Lorne kept one hand on Medea to slide two fingers deep into her empty, dripping cunt so she wouldn't feel left out.
The latter ground her ass down onto his hand, fucking herself on his fingers while watching his massive cock disappear into Atalanta's tight, athletic body again and again.
They stayed in that kitchen for hours.
When one girl came, shaking violently and soaking his shaft or his fingers, the other quickly took her place.
White seed already painted their inner thighs from the first few loads he had pumped into them, yet they fucked without any regard for time or energy.
Eventually, hours blurred into days.
They never slept, and food was completely forgotten.
Lorne's divine seed filled both of them repeatedly until it leaked out in thick white rivers every time he pulled free.
Their cunts remained swollen, flushed, and hyper-sensitive, yet they continuously begged for more, the Golden Apples' effect and their own long-suppressed love feeding each other in an endless loop.
However, Medea finally couldn't endure it anymore.
After all, she was up against a god who could go toe to toe with Zeus himself, while she was merely a pampered, inexperienced witch getting plowed by such thick and raw meat for the very first time in her life, and it was still this wild.
Even under the aphrodisiac effect, her body couldn't handle it anymore.
On the other hand, Atalanta was a skilled huntress who had spent her entire life training in the wild.
Her physical endurance and elastic physique were far beyond what a delicate witch could match.
Furthermore, as a feline catgirl, her innate sexual drive was naturally sky-high. Her tail never stayed still for a second—twitching, wrapping, and lashing with every orgasm.
Under the influence of Aphrodite's golden apple, her desires were overwhelming even for him.
If it were not for his experience with her patron deity, Lorne was sure that he would not be able to handle it.
However, as expected of these huntresses.
Artemis had once ravaged him for days and nights under a similar aphrodisiac, and her faithful follower proved to be no different.
They were truly two of a kind.
Fortunately, it was not in the wild, and fortunately, Lorne was no longer the weak mortal who could only be ravaged under the assault of the hunting goddess.
Even though he was facing a literal catgirl with bottomless desires, he stood his ground firmly.
'I couldn't handle you then. I can at least handle your follower.'
And so, for the next several days and nights, Atalanta became the primary giver and bearer of his tireless pounding, taking every thrust until the heat finally burned itself out.
Of course, the witch also joined in between, only to collapse again and again, as their fuck session went on for seven days and nights.
When it was all over, the two women collapsed against his chest, sweaty, sticky, cum-smeared, and peacefully quiet at last. Atalanta's golden tail lay draped loosely over Lorne's thigh, resting in complete exhaustion.
Lorne lay on the soft bed, his left arm wrapped around Medea and his right arm holding Atalanta close to his chest.
Surrounded by their warmth, he finally closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the absolute chaos and commotion their absence had caused outside.
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