Orfeo（EN）

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※Includes depictions of sexual acts with supporting characters.

Orfeo_SS_en

ND_Orfeo-win-eng

ND_Orfeo_Mac_eng

Feeling that repulsive heat rise up from the depths of my stomach, I found myself clicking my tongue

"...Prepare the usual."

The subordinate I always had at my side seemed to immediately grasp what I meant.

After a short "understood," he quietly left the room.

I changed my position on the sofa with a deep sigh.

Even my breath had a sort of feverishness to it.

I sucked in some sweet smoke from the cigar in my hand to distance myself from that.

How truly disgusting. Nauseating.

Before I could even notice, my striped tail had started to whip around like a lash.

There are various races in the world of Nordia.

Within them, there's some members of the beastman race which have to deal with periods during which their libido becomes hard to control.

In other words, they enter heat.

As a large beastman tiger, I, too, experienced it.

My libido was stronger than most people's - maybe because of my race, or maybe because of the blood flowing in my veins...

Even that alone would have been unpleasant, but the lust evoked by the heat was actively agonizing. It was anything but endurable…

What I asked of my subordinate a bit ago was for him to procure someone who could help "dispel" my libido.

"Kept you waiting, sir."

I had already repeated this procedure several times.

The subordinate knew me well - he swiftly brought in another man.

Judging by his suggestive clothing and his experienced aura, he seemed to be an adept prostitute.

However, he didn't appear to have much experience with people from my line of work, and seemed a bit distraught.

Well, that wasn't unexpected. After all, I probably didn't appear as someone with a respectable occupation.

That being said, I couldn’t afford to think about the prostitute's comfort now.

"Hurry up and come here."

"Do your job."

"U-understood…"

I gestured with my chin as I said that. The prostitute knelt at my feet, trying to read my expression.

There was no need for him to debase himself that much, but I suppose he had picked up on my irritation.

However, I didn't have it in me to be considerate right now.

The situation started to feel kind of comical, so I laughed. That seemed to unnerve the prostitute even further.

"You sure seem nervous."

"I intended to bring in someone with experience..."

"Shall I have this man return and bring in someone else?"

"N-no!"

"Please wait, there's no need to look for a replacement!"

"There's no better whore in this city than me."

"Oh?"

Maybe even prostitutes like him had a dignity of sorts.

His fearful expression was gone, replaced by an alluring smile.

He reached for my crotch.

The moment my pants were loosened up, my shaft jumped out. It was already erect.

"Ack..."

"Hu…ge…"

Those words reflexively left his mouth.

Seeing my cock for the first time may indeed have been shocking.

After all, it was longer than the man's face and thick enough that grasping it with a single hand would have been impossible. It was enormous.

Its size didn't matter all that much to me, though.

The prostitute, who supposedly was used to such sights, had frozen, his eyes wide open.

"Begin."

I was used to such reactions, but I was also tired of them.

When I coldly spat that command out together with a cloud of smoke, the man at my feet lightly knit his brows.

He threw a glance at my subordinate who had taken his position in the corner of the room. The prositute appeared uncomfortable.

"Will he..."

"…participate too?"

"Think of him as furniture."

"Don't worry about it."

"Huh... Okay."

"Got it."

He probably felt uncomfortable being observed.

Or maybe he believed that if he upset me, that man would kill him.

However, he managed to collect himself quickly enough.

He looked provocatively up at me and kissed my cock.

It was more sensitive than usual, maybe because I was in heat. The touch of his hot tongue upon my head was enough to cause it to overflow with precum.

The prostitute used his tongue to slather the fluid all over the tip.

At the same time, he started stroking my shaft.

He indeed seemed experienced - his technique wasn't bad.

However, licking just the tip felt like simple teasing. My irritation grew.

Right now I didn't want fun.

I simply wanted to quickly expel what had to be expelled and to deal away with the unpleasant lust which came with being in this condition.

"Quit the licking and gobble it up already."

"Nh, it's too large for that."

"Don't worry, though, I'll make you feel good anyw-- gwoh!?"

My frustration reached its peak. I grabbed the prostitute by the head and shoved him into my crotch.

My shaft went through his mouth and pierced through his tight throat.

The prostitute moaned lowly and desperately tried to resist.

Tears were welling up in his widening eyes.

"Ngh... Gh..."

"See? It's in."

"It wasn't impossible after all."

"Keep it up."

"Guh... *cough*… ugh…"

Having the depths of his throat fucked, the prostitute shook his shoulders and choked hard.

His throat was completely obstructed by my shaft. He couldn't even cough.

He didn't seem capable of pleasing me on his own, so I decided to help him a bit.

Taking care to not scratch him, I renewed my grip on his head and pushed my cock further into his throat.

My shaft cleaved through his mouth and all the way through his throat, sinking into the depths of his body.

When I began to pull out, the prostitute let out a quiet gasp.

His vocal cords vibrated and pleasantly stimulated me.

This act was comparable to masturbation using another man's throat, but that was enough for my purposes.

Wet noises rang through the room as I repeated this over and over.

"Gwuh... Guh... Eh… Ghh.."

The prostitute slapped my thigh in protest again and again, his reddening face covered in tears and saliva.

The fact he didn't try to bite my cock spoke of his professionalism.

"Endure just a bit longer."

I felt the coming orgasm, stimulated by his pulsating throat.

When I increased the speed of my thrusts, the prostitute seemed to lose all strength to protest. His body simply kept springing up and down.

The saliva and stomach fluid dripping from his face had created a small puddle at my feet.

"I'm coming…!"

I thrust deep into his throat and released all that I had pent up into his stomach.

Intense pleasure and a momentary sense of release.

And then all that remained was an inescapable emptiness.

Having had a huge load of cum released in his stomach mere moments ago, the prostitute sat listlessly.

Semen dripped down from his lips.

When I let go of his head, he spat out my shaft, put his hands on the floor and began to cough intensely.

"*cough* *cough* *hack* *cough*"

I put the cigar back into my mouth as I looked at the man at my feet. I sucked in a mouthful of smoke.

The burning heat in my stomach had begun to cool down.

The mad lust of the heat had subsided after I came.

"*cough*, ugh... That was the worst!"

"I, *cough*, I thought I'm gonna choke to death!"

While I was dwelling on the aftertaste of the act and the feeling of smoke in my lungs, the prostitute rose his hoarse voice in complaint.

I wanted to reply: "I pulled out before you died, didn't I?", but I chose to simply ignore him.

The man's job was over.

I looked up at the ceiling and spat out the smoke. Then I made a sign at my subordinate.

"Well done."

"Now please leave."

"Huh?!"

"Hold on! Wasn't that just foreplay?!"

"Aren't we gonna fuck now!?"

My subordinate walked over to him, grabbed him by the shoulders and almost forcefully stood him up.

The prostitute's hair was in disarray, his face - covered in bodily fluids. He stared sharply at me.

Did he want to keep going, despite his previous protests?

"There's no need for that."

His face reddened with insult and fury when I said that.

"After using me like a tool...!"

"If you're gonna treat me like that while puffing on your cigar, at least sleep with me properly!"

My subordinate dragged the yelling prostitute out of the room.

The room became totally silent when they left.

This was how I had to take care of my sexual urges as instincts I never asked for toyed around with me.

It filled me with unbearable emptiness.

Thinking about how this could go on for my entire life, I felt ready to curse my very existence.

Could I avoid these feelings if someone out there could accept me - my heat periods, my violent libido?

The idea of a person like that…

That…

...was my one and only hope.

"A fated one, huh…"

I muttered that and scoffed at myself.

Only the smell of smoke and semen remained in the room.

That's right, only the scent of smoke and semen…

Thinking of things like that, I once again felt a self-deprecative smile on my face.

Neither the prostitutes, nor my subordinates had noticed the other scent which had to be here.

No one had noticed it yet.

END