Greedy hands, some with sharp claws, others with soft, smooth fingertips, wander lustfully over my body as Ginger slowly leads me through the roaring crowd of drunk anthro girls. Their fingers caress the contours of my chest muscles, run through my short hair, or unashamedly stroke the visible bulge in my pants.
At first I feel like prey in a cage full of predators. From all sides I am surrounded by an aura of pure lust and instinct. Pheromones saturate the stale air. I can practically taste them.
But their influence doesn’t leave me untouched either. While Ginger relentlessly pulls me further through this lust-soaked pile of women eager to mate, I feel how their longing gazes and demanding touches begin to awaken something in me that can only be described as a hunting instinct.
Again and again my gaze lingers on individual women, suddenly focusing on the perfect nipples of a blonde dog-girl, or losing itself in the promising gap between the perfect thighs of a young woman who is built similarly to Ginger, but whose look rather reminds me of a squirrel. Her front teeth are a little too large and stick out, yet her full lips still seem to practically beg to close around my cock.
Suddenly, however, I feel a lust for the attack that even surpasses my own. Right then a tigress steps into my path and strides toward me with determination and a wonderful swing of her hips.
I realize immediately that she will leave me no choice. This woman is going to take me, whether I want it or not.
Then, unexpectedly, Ginger steps forward and casually smacks her across the muzzle with the flat of her hand, causing the tigress to stumble back with a gasp.
The sight is absurdly comical. Ginger is at least a head shorter than the voluptuous woman who wanted to throw herself at me, and far more delicate in build, yet her posture is so confidently challenging that one might think she isn’t even aware of the size difference.
“Anyone who doesn’t behave gets thrown out!” Ginger scolds over the thumping music. “Is that clear? We’re having a civilized orgy here! And turn off that damn music already!”
Ginger’s words make me pause.
Who does she think she is? My pimp or something?
When we finally step into the glass box and she locks it behind us, I grab her slender neck and press her firmly against the glass with my body from behind, so that the cleft of her ass presses directly against my crotch while she looks at me over her shoulder.
Ginger seems slightly startled, but also visibly aroused. Her breathing is shallow and fast, making her delicate breasts rise and fall quickly.
A nearly hypnotic sight.
“Tell me, what exactly do you think you’re doing here?” I ask her, amused.
She gasps in surprise when she feels me increase the pressure against her crotch. My cock presses painfully against my pants and penetrates Ginger’s asshole through the fabric.
Curiously, my free hand wanders along her flat stomach under the waistband of her skin-tight hotpants and explores her wonderful pussy.
An incredible heat radiates from her, and when I push my fingers past the soft fur into her rosy opening, I already feel the wetness gathering there. Her pants are already ruined, so I decide on the spot to simply tear them off her body.
The seams burst without much effort.
“Hey!”
Although Ginger looks outraged, she still presses her wonderful ass against my crotch with all her might, grinding it over my cock.
Her body is already on autopilot. A victim of her own instincts and my lust.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Ginger pants in return.
In response, I sink my middle finger even deeper into her.
She shudders.
“Fuuuuuuuck…” she moans and then pushes herself away from the glass. At first I think I’ve gone too far, that she wants to escape me - but then she turns around and jumps on me. Her legs wrap around my hips while her tongue searches its way into my mouth.
To my surprise, Ginger tastes pleasantly sweet. Like a mixture of some fruity cocktail and herself. I enjoy the feeling of our tongues wrapping around each other so much that at first I don’t even notice how she frees my cock from my pants with trembling fingers.
Ginger pulls away from me with a loud, wet sound and whispers into my ear.
“Do you see that hole in the wall over there?” she asks me, still gasping for breath.
My gaze follows her outstretched arm. Indeed, I discover a padded opening that one would describe less as a hole and more as a rectangular section. I estimate that about three women could fit side by side with their heads in our box.
A coincidence? I highly doubt it.
“Do you know how much money we’d make just by letting the women out there suck on you a little?” she asks me with a grin, without taking her hands off my cock.
“Oh!”
Grinning, I lift her up and position her pussy exactly over my cock. When she feels my shaft exert gentle pressure against her opening, her legs tremble a little and she bites her lower lip. Her nipples are so hard they almost point toward the sky. As she presses against me, I can feel them drawing circles across my chest.
“You said they just wanted to watch us, didn’t you?” I dig further.
Ginger laughs.
“We have to give them something!” she breathes and begins teasingly stroking my arm with her fox tail.
Damn, she has me far too well under control!
“Come on, don’t tell me you don’t feel like playing with the glory hole a little,” she giggles, moving in such a way that only the tip of my cock sinks a finger’s width into her hot pussy. It’s just deep enough to make my desire rise into infinity.
“We’ll split the money fifty-fifty, okay?” she tries to convince me. “Of course I still have to deduct the costs I laid out for the glass box and the transport, and… ooooooohhhh…”
Ginger’s nipples distracted me so much that I couldn’t help but nibble on them for a moment.
Judging by her twitching, she seems to like the feeling.
Grinning, I let Ginger slide off me and turn her around again so that I once more have her ass in front of my cock, which is being playfully slapped by her excitedly wagging tail.
“Keep the money,” I whisper into her ear. “I don’t have any use for it anyway. Right now I’m after something else.”
With an iron grip I push her toward the glory hole, where a line of women has already formed, waiting for the chance to suck my cock.
By now it has become properly quiet. The music has stopped and Ginger’s threat seems to have done the rest.
“Listen up,” I call out to the anthro girls in front of the glass box while positioning Ginger’s pussy right in front of the opening. “Before you get my cock, you first have to help me make my friend here cum.”
Ginger’s eyes go wide.
“What the hell?”
I ignore her. “Put some effort into it, alright?”
It doesn’t take long before the first women press themselves against the glass to run their tongues over Ginger’s pussy.
I immediately feel how Ginger’s body, trapped between me and the glass, reacts to it.
“What is this supposed to be?” she gasps excitedly and jerks up and down while her body tries to process the multitude of impressions and sensations.
“I don’t like that you’re acting like you have me completely under your control! That’s why we’re turning the tables a little now,” I explain to her, amused, and now position my cock to take her from behind while the women in front of the glass intensify their efforts even further once they realize my cock is now also within reach of their tongues.
After only the first thrust into Ginger’s tight asshole, which is dripping with her own flowing juices and the saliva of the women in front of the glass, I feel a greedy, long tongue start working on my balls.
A surprisingly pleasant feeling.
When I look past Ginger through the glass to see whose tongue is pampering my testicles, I can hardly believe my eyes.
I don’t recognize who is so lovingly attending to my balls, but right in front of us I discover a familiar face whose tongue is licking full of desire over Ginger’s swollen labia.
It’s Foxy!
The sight should probably irritate me, but somehow it only spurs me on to fuck Ginger even harder.
Foxy will never get tired of surprising me!
Getting to know her is almost as great a stroke of luck as ending up in this world in the first place.
Ginger reaches her climax in record time.
My cock is still thrusting greedily - almost angrily - into Ginger’s asshole when she collapses in front of me with a loud moan and squirts in a heavy gush through the glory hole. Most of it lands on Foxy’s face, who licks her muzzle with a satisfied expression.
I, on the other hand, have to concentrate, because Ginger’s wild muscle contractions feel so phenomenal around my cock that it’s hard not to cum myself.
But given the multitude of hot anthro girls outside the glass box, I don’t want to spill my first load this early. I’m going to need every last bit of energy if I want to fuck every single one of these women.
In front of us, Foxy rises contentedly.
When our eyes meet she grins sheepishly and pulls back. Whether Ginger noticed that she was being licked by her own sister, I can’t say. She looks completely dazed as I lean her against the glass wall shortly afterward, where she tries to catch her breath with her tongue hanging out.
I, on the other hand, feel as if my body is pumped full of adrenaline as I slowly walk toward the glory hole opening.
Directly in front of me, three completely different anthro girls are already pressing their fluffy asses against the opening, all hoping to be the first one I take.
Of course the tigress has secured her place, as has a gray-furred woman with inviting hips and a small, fluffy tail that is provocatively wagging over her rosy asshole.
Grinning, I take my cock in my hand and slap it one after another onto the trembling pussies of the three women. Interestingly, it’s the tigress who loses her grip from pure lust and slips. Only with difficulty does she manage to get back into position.
“You’re first!” I say, overwhelmed by a new wave of lust. I want to step up to the supposed glory hole, but then the thought occurs to me that this is no longer enough.
I’m no longer prey.
No, the opposite is the case.
I am now the hunter!
Slowly, almost threateningly, I step out of the glass box.
My cock rises threateningly while I can feel that the eyes of every woman present are fixed on me.
Blood pumps through my veins with an intensity I’ve never known before as the first, braver women slowly begin to approach me.
“The hunt is open!”
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"Building a Monster Girl Harem as a Weak Beast Tamer"
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"Technically, It’s Not a Free-Use World"
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