Reincarnated as the Chapter 907: What A Dinner (5)

Chapter 907 - What A Dinner (5)

She didn't even bother to pull out until the third load had bloated my belly enough to make it appear that I was pregnant, and by that point we were both more than content with the other's body, waiting and yearning for sothing new, sothing fresh.

Variety was the spice of life and all that, and in this case I could really use the floral, herbal goodness of my woman to set

right... but life didn't always go the way you wanted it to, and that was never more true then when I watched Leonisa pull Renna onto the table to make love to her.

The ravenous lion was gone, and in her place stood the regal, noble Lionkin who served her Queendom with all her golden heart, a Lionkin who deserved and had earned herself the finest woman in the lands to slake her thirst.

Leonisa had Renna on her back with her legs spread apart, just at the perfect height so that she could kneel on the ground and bury her face between those thick thighs, kissing and licking her pussy like there was never going to be a chance to do it again.

She did it like she had forgotten that her three equally thick loads of rich, fertile cum were trickling down my inner thighs, like she hadn't just fucked

into a stupor and that she hadn't been growling about getting

pregnant right here and now.

The contrast of her actions and the way she promptly forgot about

was enough to make

jealous, honestly, and seeing how she was making Renna moan like that and how she could get the Nymph to grab at her fluffy mane to pull her closer was just...

It definitely did sothing to , but I also knew that Renna loved

more than she loved anyone else right now, and even if that did little to make the tightening of my heart any better it still helped

allow what was happening to continue, if only because it made

so horny...

Another who was just as conflicted and horny as

was now kneeling on the ground beside , watching the Lionkin slurp up all of the Nymph's juices as she prepared her for a round of loving and proper mating, where the 'chance' of impregnation was 'practically guaranteed'.

To distract myself and to make this tightening not as bad as it currently was, I peeled myself off of the slick floor and whispered "So... this'll be number two, huh..?